Asher grabs my arm to steady me, but I twist away from him just as the second wave tumbles over me. I get a mouthful of seawater, and feel that salt stinging my eyes.
"Don't" I stutter. "Don't you dare touch me."
"Maya just let me explain."
I can't think straight, I can hardly even breath. Suddenly he closes the space between us. He wrapped his warm arms around me.
"Calm down, I was forced to not tell you, but I'm selfish. I couldn't stand one more day without you."
His voice is low and soothing just like a song. And then I'm stumbling backwards, paddling away from him. My shirt and shoes are heavy with water, and my heart is beating out of my chest. I am kicking off the ground and sweeping heavily with my arms, half running, half swimming, as the tide lifts me, forcing me to only go forward.
The next wave is so strong it helps me skim over a steep underwater ridge, and drops me to my knees in the soft sand. When I struggle to my feet that water hits me just at the waist, and I slosh the rest of the way to shore, shivering, grateful, and most of all exhausted.
I collapsed onto the beach gasping and coughing. A part of me just wants to lie down, spread my arms and stretch out and sleep all through the night. I looked up, and for one panicking second, I couldn't find Asher by the water. My heart stops. Then I see him, a dark spot cutting quickly through the water. He's fast.
I haul myself to my feet, grab my shoes, and start running to my bike. I don't look back, not once, until I find myself lost in the darkness debating if I took a wrong turn.
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I Remember
Roman d'amourWhen a teenage girl named Maya gets her memories taken away from her due to panic attacks of a traumatic event, her life gets turned upside down. After a month of Maya trying to get the memories she doesn't need to forget back, she realizes that the...
