Eric stood on the familiar shore, his heart heavy with longing. The rhythmic sound of the ocean was a reminder of days spent with Luna, his best friend, who had vanished without a trace years ago.

Eric squinted against the sudden brightness, his heart skipping a beat. The figure bore an uncanny resemblance to Luna. Could it truly be her, returning from the depths?

Luna, or what seemed to be her, stood before him, her eyes filled with a mixture of desperation and longing. "Eric," she called, her voice mingling with the roar of the storm, "come with me."

Eric took a hesitant step back, fear warring with the desire to follow his friend. "I can't," he replied, his voice barely audible over the storm. "You're not the Luna I knew."

"Trust me," she whispered, her voice a siren's call. Eric felt himself being pulled toward the waves, the world blurring around him.

With a deep breath, Eric closed his eyes, screaming in pain and in fear. She pulled him in the depths then she kissed him but the water was filling his lungs she whispered you will die and let him go as he sunk