Bonds beetwen the colorless rose and lavender may begin to form but may it be trusted?
I've always hated deep waters. The cold, hollow feeling of being trapped and unable to breathe. The empty pit below you that's so dark you are unable to see what lies underneath.
I've stayed away from the deep parts of beaches, lakes, lagoons, and rivers. My family liked to travel for vacations and I always stayed on the edge of the water, where it was safe. It's not just the fear of the unknown and drowning. I hate being consumed by coldness. Even when I bathe and shower the water is at its hottest temperature
Plus I hate fish, they creep me out.
At some point when the car went off the cliff I blacked out or something. One moment I was sitting in the passenger seat of the car the next I was here. The place I fear the most. I can't escape. I can't see, I can't breathe. I'm trapped. My arms and legs rapidly move as I try to go to the surface. But every single time my head is close to fully peeking through the water shoves me back down. My body grew tired of fighting the currents that have dragged me farther and farther from land.
My heart was escalating too quickly. This only made the urge to breathe and conserve my breath difficult.
I heard somewhere that if you want to hold your breath for a long time you need to think of something that calms you. Right now at this moment, I can't think of anything. What calms me?
My body would be shaking in fear if I wasn't surrounded by water. This is one of my greatest fears after all. I'm scared. I can't help it. People think I'm strong because I'm so calm and composed all the time, I never showed fear. Honestly, I think they forget I'm human too. I can have fears, I can feel my heart breaks, I can cry. But I haven't. Why haven't I?
I look up at the surface that is slowly going farther and farther away. I let out the last bit of oxygen I had left and felt my chest constrict painfully. My heart begins to slow down.
Thud...
Thud....
Thud.....
I keep my eyes on the surface. On the little bit of light, it provides but something moves in front of my view. Blocking the light. I see it coming closer and closer and closer before I see white. White hair. Ezra.
He grabs my wrist and pulls my body forward before planting his lips on mine. The air passes from his mouth through mine and to my lungs. Suddenly the coldness, leaves, and a burning heat enveloped my body. It feels like time froze. His hand on my waist keeps me pressed up against him, my hair weaves around us. Right at this moment, I felt my eyes close.
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Thud.....
Thud...
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𝓔𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓔𝔃𝓻𝓪 (Book 2 of the Entrapped Series)
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