I Loved The Boy In The Sea

Where do I even start?

Keith's POV:

Keith's head broke through the grips of the sea; thick water droplets dripped down his neck and wet hair sticking to his cheeks like glue.

His head was a blur, pounding heavily along with his heart, Keith's throat, lungs and nose felt as if they were burning and screamed with pain while the rest of his body ached terribly like they were set on fire.

Keith had no idea what the actual fuck just happened- but the whole scenario played on repeat over and over in his brain, like a broken record.

Keith felt deep in his bones that whatever he had just seen, was very, very much real. Another part of Keith told him that he was being delusional and that too much sea water must've messed with his head or something.

"I think I might be going insane," Keith croaked out to himself,  as a sharp pain stabbed the inside part of his throat.

It hurt to speak, to move, to do anything. Keith hated it. But it was also a reminder that Keith was not dreaming. This was real life.

A burst of laughter snapped Keith away from his troubling thoughts, as he looked up to see a smirking Shiro standing proud, hands on hips, looking very punchable.

"I was worried for a minute, when you didn't come up," Shiro called, not moving an inch as Keith doggy-paddled back over to the cruise.

Keith's lips were sealed shut, heaving himself onto the little platform with very little grace. His clothes stuck to his skin, all soaking wet and heavy, but Keith couldn't care at this point, his mind was far to busy to even acknowledge the fact that his clothes felt like they were made of bricks instead of fabric.

He stumbled slightly as he forced himself to stand on two feet; the near-death experience made Keith's legs feel like numbed jello.

"Keith? Are you good?" Shiro furrowed his eyebrows by the slightest, still keeping his distance from Keith.

It was very obvious that Shiro made no effort to walk over due to Keith's very colorful reputation of punching people he doesn't like, which is where Shiro lands in Keith's list.

Yeah I'm good, I just nearly drowned thanks to you, I saw a magical ghost-like boy who rescued me by kissing me like I'm a fucking fairy-tale princess, now I'm in a hundred percent pain. I'm doing great, Shiro! Keith bitterly thought to himself, but didn't say his thoughts out loud.

"...Yeah," Keith lied, with a raspy voice that scratched his insides.

I breathed water. I talked in water. I'm pretty sure I was kissed by that boy-

Keith didn't see it happen, but recalled soft lips slamming onto his own mouth, and feeling like he could breathe again, only for a second. Keith then remembered those same lips kissing his nose, and with that he was able to breathe.

I don't know what happened entirely, but what I do know is that he is most definitely connected to why I'm experiencing... everything, Keith thought to himself, running his hand through his definitely not a mullet hair.

He squeezed the back of his tangled mess of hair, in a daze.

"-eith?"

Keith let his legs push forward, deeper into the ship despite his muscles screaming in pain.

No. I'm being delusional- he was see-through. A ghost, maybe? No... that doesn't make sense. I touched him, well, kind of... Maybe I saw wrong? That can't be it. It still doesn't explain how I breathed underwater. Am I dying?

"-eith!"

"Find me in the water,"

That boy's voice repeated in his head. The whole experience keeps playing over and over again in his memories, which was starting to bloom some strong emotions in Keith's chest. Confusion. Curiosity. Concern. Apparently a lot of emotions starting with the letter C.

"-eith, are you okay-"

"I'll come to you. Call out for me, and no matter where you are, I'll find you."

Keith pushed his bangs out of his eyes, letting them drift to the sea. There are so many things I want to ask you....

"Maybe he was an angel..." Keith mouthed the words, learning his lesson about how speaking killing his throat.

"KEITH!"

Keith jerked back to reality, startled. His first impulse was to swing a fist-

"Ouch!" A voice that sounded a lot like Shiro's hissed out in pain.

Keith blinked as he noticed his fist collided with Shiro's nose, sending him stumbling backwards a couple steps.

"...Ah," Keith pulled his hand back, as if he touched a flame.

"Keith, I've been calling out your name for a while now," Shiro winced, clutching his nose as a wobbly line of red slithered through his fingers. "What's wrong?"

Keith flinched, his brow tightening. A bruise was forming fast on Shiro's nose, no matter how hard Shiro tried to cover it up with his large hand. The blood dripped down onto the floor, leaving tiny puddles or dark red behind.

Keith shook his head, and slapped the sides of his own face. GET. A. GRIP! YOU CAN'T BE IN SOME ENDLESS  DAZE OVER SOME BOY YOU DON'T KNOW!

"You're asking me that? Your bleeding right now," Keith croaked out, before wincing himself, his hand instantly reaching for his throat to rub it, as if hoping that it'll make the pain go away.

It didn't.

Worth a try, though.

A comforting hand reached out to touch Keith's shoulder. Keith looked up and made eye contact with his older brother. Shiro had that look in his eyes- he knew that something was going on with Keith, but didn't ask. A look Shiro gave Keith a lot when he was younger.

But this time was different. There's no way in hell that Keith would tell Shiro what exactly happened down under the unpredictable tides of the sea. That includes not mentioning anything from the boy, to Keith nearly drowning.

Why? Well, it would be too confusing.

If not even Keith can properly wrap his head around what the actual fuck just happened, what would Shiro think of it?

"Was the prank too much?" Shiro chuckled a little, before grimacing as some blood got into his mouth.

"You call that a prank? Try attempted murder," Keith retaliated.

Keith knew that Shiro didn't have that intention, that Shiro never meant for Keith to nearly drown, but that punch felt good. Karma, bitch.

"Hm." Shiro raised his brow. "All right. Don't tell me. I'm going to hop on over to Hunk, to get some tissues. He looks like the kind of guy to carry tissues."

Keith nodded. As Shiro waltzed on over to inside the ship and off the deck, Keith carefully walked on over to the metal bars, peering over to look down at the clear yet murky blue. Time was like a blur... He didn't even notice when the sun was setting, and forgot how long he was standing there.

Keith could feel someone drag him away and off the ship, but Keith's eyes just kept staring out at the sea.

"Find me in the water,"

The sea spoke to him, beckoning him over. The boy's voice whispered again, but this time it felt as if it was being whispered in his ear. Keith knew this time for sure, he was hallucinating this. He knew that it was Matt pulling him into the car, asking what was wrong. But it didn't matter.

Keith strained his ears so he could still hear the faint murmur of the crashing waves onto the sand, even when it grew farther and farther away. Soon, it was out of view completely.

For the first time in his whole entire life, Keith actually felt sad to see it to get out of his field of vision. He wanted to go back to the sea.

 "I'll come to you. Call out for me, and no matter where you are, I'll find you."

Keith sighed, but then froze. His eyes widened.

Wait... I don't think he ever told me his name.

How am I supposed to find him now...?