Swim again, then.

My fish still won't die. For some reason, the water keeps getting blacker and blacker, but he won't let go. He won't just bite it and go. He's insistant upon not floating up, he'll move his fins when he sees me walk by.

Just to prove he's still there.

Usually, I'd think "maybe he knows it'll get better", but this time... I just don't believe it. I don't believe the water will magically clear and he'll be jubilant and free again. He'll just sit at the bottom of that bowl and stare up at me.

It's been weeks since he stopped greeting me when I came home.

It's been weeks.