For The Worst

She straps a life vest to her chest and swings her favorite necklace around her neck- for the long run. From a distance, she hears his voice coming out as surprised.

"What's that for?"

"The worst." She replies, tying her shoes.

"Worst what?" He steps around her.

She sighed. "I'm preparing the worst. Okay?"

"I don't... I don't get it."

"It's for if I don't make it out this time." She explained. "In case I drown."

"You're not in water."

"Oh, I know." She nodded agreeably, throwing her 3.2 ton heavy burden across her shoulders. "But I am in something."

She starts walking away.

"Wait. Aren't you going to tell me what you mean?" He demands, scowling as she braces for the impact, crouching down to touch the surface below her, cringing at the cold. She rolls her shoulders and plunges herself into... into it.

"No, no, sweetheart, you don't want to know." She smiles at him friendly as she's knee-deep. "Trust me."

He watches breathlessly as her waist hits... what did he call it? The water.

He stares at her in horror.

"But..." He whispers. "What's the necklace for? The bag?"

"This?" She touches the cross on her chest right as it submerges, purposely ignoring his second question. "This is... my..."

Her head slides under the water.

"Your..."

But she's already gone.