Like, The current. Like, The waves.

I am, Enough. To be, Brave.

You, Will, Never let me drown.

For, You are the tide, Into which I rise.

…

Love you baby 🖤

The roaring waves The roaring of my heart Both racing Rushing Both fighting for my life

These waves are all I see Horrifying at first But once you realize what’s at stake it doesn’t seem so bad

In the middle of these roaring waves With my heart beating faster and faster My kicking legs sinking Slowing But the urge to fight speeds

The urge to sink sinks in my heart What have I done? It was a petty reason to crash our ship But I don’t deserve this

Kicking harder than I have kicked before Heart beating faster than it has ever beat before I fight I fight these waves With the urgency to survive while the others didn’t

I kick I kick I swim I-

Freedom at last never thought it’d be like this-

No one is near me since they know who I am. I'm a water-bender and the ocean is my biggest element. The water following the twirls of my fingers as the power surges from my veins to the waters movements. The air swirls around my body responding to my emotions as he looks at me in wonder. Xander... His eyes follow my movements and it only increases the beat of my heart. I form a water droplet and splash it at his face. He shakes his head and laughs then runs after me. The ocean waves at each movement of my hands and he backs off. He rolls his eyes, "Come on, why can't this be a normal water fight?" "I need to practice if you're going to be with me and people don't like the difference" His smirk falters, his eyes growing in sympathy. I look back at him and realize he didn't take it as a joke. "Hey, I was just messing around" I smiled. "Still...you shouldn't have to always have to keep your guard up" I sighed, "Don't think about X-ey besides at least we're alive"

Is this what it feels like to drown? Like slowly succumbing to the elements, Am I meant to struggle more, should I wave my hands and attempt to to signal to someone ‘Hey! I’m here’ or should I just let her take me. I close my eyes and listen to my heart As the water fills my ears. Thump. Thump. Thump.

Was I ever really trying to swim? Was I merely trying to keep my head above water For as long as I could? The danger comes when you aren’t sure why you are trying to swim anymore, When you know you can’t. Thump. Thump. Thump.

Is this what it feels like to drown? Am I meant to keep trying to keep my head above water, I’ve been struggling so long, what for? Will she give me peace? Thump. Thump. Thump.

It’s quiet. The final fading slow beats of my heart feel louder. Thump. Thump.

The water, of course, is salty; be it from the natural makeup of the ocean or tears, I don’t know.

Dante- the man I thought was my ally- stole my Maddie from me. First, he pushed her off the cliff. I followed her before I was stabbed, or poisoned, or both.

I’m not quite sure how I survived. Shear luck? Immense skill? Some sort of magic?

Maybe that last guess isn’t so far-fetched. Lately, I’ve felt as though someone has been following, trying to murder me, even. Some sort of demon. A dark spirit from the stuff of nightmares.

I share at Maddie’s body. Her black hair glows along with the water, her body pale and limp. Last I checked her face, which is now submerged in the water, was frozen in the expression of terror she had last. Her words echo in the back of my mind: “You’re better than this.”

I gulp down the final breaths my lungs will allow. My heart beats rapidly in my chest, and I try to savor my last moments. Maybe this is a punishment: watching the love of your life die right before your eyes as you die yourself. It’s a perfect mix of cruel and accurate.

The sunny sky that seemed peaceful and happy at the beginning of the day taunts me as my vision starts to fade.

I lose control and my head turns to one side, forcing me to stare at Maddie.

I choke out the words. “Te amo.”

I look back up at the sky, and I swear I can see the gates to heaven.

Basil was at the park picking flowers as usual until Liam came, he immediately ran to him and hug him tightly and said “hiii! Best best bud!, this was normal to them but for others, it was weird because of the age gap, but it didn’t matter nothing did

Trying to float in a deep white ocean, close my eyes and try to meditate and listen to the water beating to the heart rhythm it’s relaxing it’s soothing. It takes away and feel the water hitting the chin and the lips and laughing over the sound of the ripples and the chimes, you can fill the water rushing through the veins and the water and the hands immersing yourself in a dream like state occasionally you’ll find things nibbling on you as as you’ll just drift in the ocean like a dead log or a seaweed meditation breaks off shaking your legs it’s relaxing. I’m waiting to be saved, the salty fish of swing nearby

So cold, she thought. But nothing new. She had endured cold in the past, sewing clothes in her drafty apartment. But this was different. Watery cold. Icy black deadly freezing cold.

She clung to a piece of wood. One of the tables dined upon by the wealthy. But her strength fast abating. Around her, the cries and wails of the dying. She was too tired to cry.

Not long after the sea was silent. The water lapped between her chin and neck a little higher each moment.

She looked up at the moon. Felt the sea wind on her blasted salty dried skin. Took a long breath, exhaled, and sank beneath the water.

Water is lapping between your chin and neck, each wave colliding to the beat of your heart. You could almost drown in the deep blue ocean water. No one is around this vision of the beach. The sun is crisp, an orangey golden, just about to take a nice dip in the ocean. All you can see is the water and waves surrounding you. The beach is far behind, in the shadows of the evening.

You can choose. Go back to the beach, or stay

Go back: You turn from the sun, letting the golden light shine on your back. It feels warm and nice, with the perfect tempered water. You can barely glance back and see the cozy sand beach, with palm trees surrounding. They sway at an easy tempo, back and forth. The water rises and falls, finding its way to ease at your chest. It stays at your chest for several minutes. You feel the heat leave as the sun is done for the day. A small breeze comes in, chilling your wet back. The beach is only some feet away. The water brushes against your waist. The waves are less eminent is there crashing. You feel at peace once you step on the dry sand. It's warm and sticks to your salty water feet.

Stay: The rippling water finds its way towards your mouth, rising higher and higher. You let a drop seep into your lip, cold but salty. It bobs up close to your nose, with a few specks blocking your breath. You suck in one last breath before you dunk your head under the water. It's cold, almost like an ice bath. Your eyes pop open, feeling the ting of the oceans salt water. You get chills from the coldness of the ocean, but it feels nice. When you come back up for air, the sun has taken its toll for the day. The moon is peeping from the other side of the ocean. You turn back to see how far the beach is. Every way you turn there's endless bodies of water. No palm trees to be in sight. You feel a rush of nervousness, but it leaves as soon as you dunk in again. The water calms you, despite the freezing temperatures.

Believe it or not, this is the 13tg writing I ever did 😅 24 weeks ago....

I revisited it and thought, why not? I still like it and it's 2n person sooooo

A hundred writings later.... lol

I nuzzle my nose to her's, and her breathing is steady. She giggles, like always, which makes a smile creep onto my face. The crisp sun burns my pale skin but I don't care. I'm here. Really here. With Blair.

"You're amazing," I whisper.

"And you, Matthew Mackalaham, are going to get into so much trouble."

I chuckle and try not to think of The Great Mean-Wretched Ms. Debbie. My sweet Blair complains about her to the point that I wish I could meet the lady. I would most definitely beat her up.

"So, you wanna get in the water?"

She makes a face I can't quite read, but I pull her out of the chair anyways.

"C'mon, we are at a beach. You can't not get in the water."

She giggles and we run down to the shore, getting hot sand stuck in our toes. I dip my feet in and immediately feel relaxed. Blair, on the other hand screams at the shock and coldness of the water. I chuckle and she grabs my arm and gets out of the water.

"It's not that cold," I joke.

"It's freezing!" she cries back.

I kick my feet to splash some of the water on her legs. She screams some more and I just laugh.

"It's not funny," she pouts.

"Okay, okay. We can go back to the chairs if you want."

Her face brightens and I leans down to have our lips connect in a single swift touch. She giggles and I can't help but admire her.

I will do a part two, I promise. It's just late and gotta save the streak 😅