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It took Rafe and Barry a few hours to get all of their belongings together

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It took Rafe and Barry a few hours to get all of their belongings together. And by late-afternoon, they were on a boat in the swamp.

Rafe double checked the gun he had, making sure it was loaded before he zipped his backpack up.

"Hey, Rafe, I'm all about a man's right to defend himself, but your ass it gonna get shot carrying that thing."

"They ain't gonna take me alive. I can tell you that much right now." Rafe looked around, listening to the sounds of nature, "I've never been back here before."

"You don't wanna be seen, now, do you?"

"You know, everybody thinks natures all chill, right? That's such bullshit. Everything trying to kill everything else all the time, and, uh and, and every single thing has to kill to live." Rafe rambled on, a small smile appearing on his face, "Killing is nature."

Barry looked at him with a strange look, "I don't particularly dislike you, Rafe. But I ain't gonna forget about how your father punked my ass. It's long been due y'all pay me some respect."

And Barry bailed.

He jumped off the boat and into the swamp.

"Hey, where you taking-hey, hey!"

"He's got a gun!" Barry yelled as suddenly cops were everywhere.

No fucking way.

It was all a set up.

Everything was fucked.

"Rafe, stay where you are!" Shoupe yelled, "Keep your hands where we can see them! Do not move or we will shoot!" And Rafe obviously went for the gun in his bag, "Don't go for the bag!"

Shots were fired at him as he jumped off of the boat and into the water.

Iris.

Iris.

The baby.

Their baby.

Greece.

The ocean.

Happiness.

"Holy your fire! Hold your fire!" Shoupe yelled, "You hit? We don't wanna kill you, son but you're making it damn hard. That pistol ain't gonna work now that it's been wet. Don't be a fool, boy. Get rid of it. Why don't you throw that gun on our where we can see it? Nowhere for you to go, Rafe. Alright?"

Iris.

Iris.

I'm sorry, Iris.

I'm so fucking sorry.

He wished he could tell the ocean eyes girl that he loved her. He truly did. She was the one thing that meant the most to him.

Ocean eyes.

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