Out by the Swedish west coast the fog lays low over the water surface. It's early in the morning and the air is cool.
A seagull settles down on a grey rock sticking out of the water some meters from land. She can see most things that happen from this point.
About a hundred meters east from this rock there is a beach.
A long bridge stretches out in the water, and at the end of it there is a small trampoline where kids do all sort of flips and acrobatic jumps in the summer.
At first glance you could think that no one is around, but when you take a closer look by the small windbreak placed at the top of the beach, you can find two humans.
A man and a woman are sitting there close to each other, tightly holding hands. The woman lays her head over the man's shoulder and says with a light tone.
- Are you ready?
- Not yet, the man says with a deeper voice.
They both stare out over the grey, still water as the fog gradually disappears. The woman wears a bracelet made of silver, and her nicest clothes.
The man has a dark blue suit and a pair of black, expensive shoes. The woman's grey, thin, hair flutters when a wind gust makes its way into the windbreak.
Down the mans wrinkled cheek runs a tear and stops at his chin. It drops down and hits halfway down his stomach on his tie that makes the dark blue colour go even darker.
- Maybe it's time now. What do you think? The man asks the woman.
- I'm ready.
They both get up from the bench under the windbreak, still holding each other's hands. The man takes the first step towards the grey, dead, water and the woman follow.
With only a meter left to the shore, the man stops.
- Why did you stop? The woman says.
- I just wanted to tell you that I love you.
- I know, and I love you too.
- Okay, let's do this.
Both of them takes a step at the same time and places down their feet in the cold water. Their shoes break the still water and makes some small waves going in every direction.
Then they just keep walking, until their whole bodies are under the water.
The only one who witnessed this was an innocent little seagull. Maybe she understood what happened, or maybe she didn't even think about it.
But whatever crossed this bird's mind while watching this doesn't matter.
Because no one will ask a seagull on a grey rock what happened to the couple that was found floating dead by the beach shore a week later.