Police said she committed suicide by drowning.
Staring at the verdict, my mind is spinning.
We met while swimming. Her light swimming posture, the water droplets dripping from the tips of her hair, and her clear eyes through the mist of water vapor made me fall in love with her at first sight.
Understand each other and determine your feelings in the little moments you spend together day and night. Even if we occasionally get into trouble or blush, we never have the slightest thought of letting go. Our relationship even received the blessing of our parents, and we had already finalized the itinerary on which island we would go diving on our honeymoon.
Just when I thought that I would be with the person I love most, and spend the rest of my life worth looking forward to because of her, she started to act strange, as if she was hiding something, until a cold phone call tore everything to pieces.
She drowned in a lake on the outskirts of the city, and the police eventually concluded the case as suicide.
How is it possible?
We can easily turn back and forth in the deep water with our eyes closed. Her control over the water is stronger than anyone I have ever seen. She lived a regular life and never drank. How could she be taken away by a body of still water without any warning?
Is it malicious revenge from the former company? Or was it the hand of a pervert who had been following her? What was the reason for her strange behavior before the incident?
I don't believe the notice of closing the case written in black and white, and I don't believe everyone's words of "sympathy and resignation."
I want to tear apart this lie, find the truth, and give an explanation to my lover buried at the bottom of the lake.
Intention: Using water as the core image, facing the irreversibility of primary trauma, writing about the life dilemma of women who see each other but are unable to save each other, and break the narrative that "love can heal everything".