Big Salmon Lake I got used to living without you

It might have made all the difference if he'd seen her turn. Maybe if he'd even been a bit less lost in his thoughts, he might've heard the way the water splashed as she pivoted suddenly. He likely would have been fine if he'd heard her stop in her tracks, but the white noise inside his brain needed to stop, and he felt it growing quieter as the water reached his chin. 

There wasn't anything beneath his feet when he stepped next, but he caught her voice the moment before his head slipped beneath the water's surface. In his surprise he drew in a sharp breath but a moment later he expelled a gurgling burst of bubbles from beneath the lake's surface. The dropoff had been as unexpected as Fennec's change of heart.

He began to sink almost immediately, silently, fighting against the water that swallowed him. He couldn't scream or yell, not with his voice as hoarse as it had been, and he was hanging onto what little oxygen he'd had left. But as exhausted as he was, as thin as he was, he was no longer buoyant. The more he fought, the more the dreams that had plagued him began to weigh him down, causing his movements to become laboured and slow as he drifted into the reeds growing from the bottom of the lake.