Lyfe watched Summer jump and with that wide grin, he stepped to the edge. He could see the world morphing into an electromagnetic spectrum of light. He could have swore that he had the ability to see radio-waves swimming over his head. The cloud were no longer menacing, but they were friendly with faces like cartoon characters. He waved at them and they waved back. He then looked down at the water, seeing it turn bright orange before his eyes.
"Wow," he whispered, his grin growing. "Lyfe is going to fly!" He jumped off the edge, feeling the wind rush around him, his one thought was: I'm a raindrop...I'm falling...If this is what dying feels like then bring it on. He was engulfed by the water, surrounded by peace and silence. He held his breath and it burned his chest. He didn't care. He could finish himself off right here and now, just hold his breath and stay under until his lungs gave up. It would be so easy...much less painful than letting cancer destroy them. He stayed under, his lungs screaming for air and his mind beginning to feel deprived of oxygen. So easy...the colors swirled around him like Edvard Munch's The Scream. So simple...everything was slowly melting away. So...his heartbeat was slowing, his lungs were on fire. I'm a raindrop...I fell...I splashed...I'm free...