I let myself rest in his hands. Looking up into his buttery, blue eyes I can sense his love for me. We stand on the shore. I long for solitude, but I hear his friends beckon, “Jack, come on in. The temperature is perfect.”
Suddenly, I feel darkness surround me. Does he not remember I cannot swim?
I panic. I want to call to him, to whisper sweet nothings into his ear, but I am silenced. I know he loves me, but does he possess the audacity to just let our love sink?
In a careless attempt to restore this union, he fumbles around, wasting time. In desperation, I struggle to catch my breath. I tug at him and like an alarm, I buzz urgent words at him. “You foppish fool. Don’t ignore me,” I scream. “Not now! Not like this!”
Can I ever trust him again?
I should walk away from this relationship, but I can’t. Those melodious songs I sing to him. Those middle-of-the-night secret messages I bring to him. The thousands of pictures shared between us, memories I hope to keep forever.
All too suddenly the feeling of protection flees my body. Unable to breathe I choke. I feel myself shutting down. All things going black, I hear his sorrowful whimper, “Please, oh please. Don’t go. I’m so sorry. I need you.”
Within seconds, I return to his strong hands, even though our love now only flickers. He rushes to revive me, calling my name. I hear him, faintly, but real. I relax when I see the weak glow of my reflection in his eyes once more.
"It's okay," he whispers to me.
“Dude, don’t worry about it,” says his friend. "I drop my iPhone in water all the time.”