Harsh, cold waves tossing me throughout the water. The chill sends shivers down my spine, but my body can barely find the energy to shake as I push up.

Further up.

Gasping.

Trying to find relief for my lungs.

Pain.

No, that’s not the word.

Tension.

Like my lungs are being suffocated.

I reach the crystal surface, following the moons soft trail, gasping for breath just to be shot down by another wave.

The water won’t let me escape.

Air.

In need air.

I sink further and further down, using the last of my energy in my arms and legs.

I don’t like these odds.

Not at all.

I can’t help it.

My lungs fill with water, with the hope that maybe, just maybe it was air.

My brains jagged thoughts push my body throughout the water.

I sink, several bubbles floating from my nose.

I hit the sea-floor gently, the sand agitatedly moving from the disturbance. I can see ripples from the waves high above the water. The moon casting an almost warm glow on the surface. Like a candle in a cozy house.

Peace.

No, that’s not the word.

Relief.

It’s over.

I’m free.