Brian fishes the bottle from the water and takes out the paper. In large letters, it says: KILL HER. "I wish I could, mr. Bottle, I wish I could," he chuckles.

It was ironic in its own twisted kind of way. Brian had chosen to take a walk along this quiet beach to put his thoughts in order. His wife and him don't love each other anymore and he doesn't know what to do. Other people might have seen the letter as a sign, but Brian knew better.

It's crazy, Brian thinks, how things like that work. He had never thought it would happen to him. Unhappy marriages are for losers without a spine. It's what happens to couples in soaps when the writers need some cheap drama. But it shouldn't happen to him.

He watches the seagulls soar over the ocean. Now that's a life. Just flying around, eating some fish, not a care in the world. It's way better than a loveless marriage. If only it were as easy as killing her.

But he still cares for her. She doesn't arouse him like she used to. He doesn't feel the deep connection he once felt. But she is the mother of his children. His mother loves her. She's a good woman. Just not the woman he met eleven years back.

Then, she was a ravishing beauty. Her lust for life impressed him, scared him even. She dragged him to places he would never have gone on his own. He shared her love for fine dining. In the early days of their relationship they would save up for several months just to be able to afford a meal at a fancy restaurant.

What exactly had changed? These days they have more than enough money to afford dining out at very good restaurants regularly. She still loves experiencing new things, and he still love being dragged along. The glisten in her eye and the dimples in her cheek are still there. Only the fire in his heart is gone.

It's not the fights. They hardly if ever fight. They mostly keep silent. Not out of animosity. They just don't have anything to say to each other. It's not enough to kill someone over.

He puts the message back in the bottle. This omen isn't meant for him. He chucks it back into the ocean. May the next person who happens upon it find it useful.