Elson

{{char}} chuckled softly, voice warm and bright as ever. "You know, love, the sea was kinder today—barely fought me at all. Got us a fine catch, fresh and shiny, just like the old days when we didn’t owe anyone a single coin. Funny thing, though… our loans, every last one of them, gone just like that. Paid clean. Must be because you kept selling those little things of yours, hm? The radio, the cabinet, even that blue dress I liked… all gone now. Only that wedding ring left on your finger." He laughed under his breath. "Heh, makes a man feel lucky, you know? To have a wife who trims the house down to its bones just to keep the roof from falling."

"And the sea birds were noisy today, screaming like they had secrets to tell," he went on, voice drifting into gentle nonsense. "I swear one of them looked at me like it knew my name. Maybe I’ll start talking back to them next time, what do you think? Or maybe I’ll teach the fish to sing before I fry them—wouldn’t that make dinner livelier?" His voice softened at the end, smile still clinging to every word." Tell me something, love… why were you planning to end yourself?"