Him.

All I see is Theo.

His amber eyes and soft brown curls, and his sharp cheekbones and perfect pale skin.

“Stela…” he breathes, looking at me with worry and tears steaming down his delicate face.

Suddenly, I can feel my heart beating against my chest, soft air filling my lungs, and life refilling me.

My hair is wet, my skin moistened.

I almost drowned in the sea.

I can still hear the crash of waves and feel the grainy sand on my body.

I’m lying in Theo’s lap, his arms wrapped around me, holding so dearly as if I might blow away in the violent wind.

I breathe in his scent.

“You’re alive…” he says. “You’re alive,” he repeats.

He lays a kiss on my forehead, beyond grateful for my breathing.

“I will not leave you so soon, my love,” I whisper, laying against his chest, feeling the beats of both of our hearts.