Cries for help, still unheard. Stillness as waves crash to the shore, bubbles rising, then fading. Your laughter sinking away, pulled down by the harrowing tides.
Outstretched fingers, barely touching. Desperately reaching for the could have beens, the might have beens, pushing back the insistent hands of a ticking clock.
Blackness.
One wild heartbeat, one last gasp for air. One fleeting request for room to breathe.
Silence.
Closed fists, clutching the little sliver of life left in my lungs. A strong desire to fight, a ball of fire in the frozen atlantic waters.
One kick, two legs burning to reach what lies ahead.
A steady anchor tied to my bruised ankle, the shape of the charred remains of what once was your extraordinary love.
A sinking feeling, the silver, eerie calm of an ending folded between these heavy sheets of tears.
Silent promises. Whispered assurances.
One day. One day, you won't matter.
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