Writing Prompt

Sunlight glittered on the water when I saw him. Floating. I couldn’t help but think: ‘what a beautiful day to die.’ But then, the water shifted. Ever so slightly. And his eyes jerked open, drinking in all of the sun’s rays. Bright orange they burnt. Mesmerising. I wanted to be looked at by those eyes.

His head snapped to the side and he saw me. I felt the pull of his gaze. I wanted to be in the w...