Liv.
I breathe a sigh of relief. Two minutes late. I can handle that.
"Sorry for the wait," I say.
A polite smile fleets at the corners of his lips. "It's no worry," he says. I remind myself to feel at ease. This is nothing more than a discussion about the new intern position at a smaller company. No reason to worry, right? But this is my in. This is what's going to help me pursue the career I've always wanted. I need this. I really need this, and I really don't have a Plan B.
I don't remember much about what happened after that. Just mouths spilling nonsense and waves crashing in my ears. No more than an oddly clean coffee table between us. I think to myself, this feels like an interrogation.
Questions are thrown at me like bullets. Fast. Predictable. I excuse myself to the bathroom. Close the door. Splash water on my face. Bad idea. Water does not help with my predicament. I still see the waves crashing behind my eyelids. The sirens filling my ears.
I plaster on a fake smile and head back. He sips coffee from a mug with contentment, stature relaxed.
"Now, we've been going at this conversation for quite a bit. We were wondering if..." He rambles on for a couple more minutes before he declares this interview finished. I scarcely remember his name after that. I know I should, but I just can't.
We go our separate ways and I walk on foot back to my house. It isn't far from the coffee shop we were at, about 15 minutes away. The cool breeze brushes past my cheeks with gentle knuckles and a soft embrace. The bustling atmosphere stops its irate noises at the signal of a red light and resumes its overwhelming music at the wave of a green light.
My eyes are stinging. I don't know why. The clouds have opened up. They are crying. They spill droplets onto my skin. I feel it sinking into my flesh. Eating my ears.
I feel myself d r o w n i n g.
S i n k i n g.
I'm gone.
I'm water.
I'm evaporating.
My mouth is gravel.
I'm gone.
No one is here.
No one is here.
I'm alone.
My lungs are trying to breathe in water.
My mouth is trying to scream.
My arms are flailing.
My legs are f a l l i n g.
I feel myself still. I'm still standing there in the rain.
I'm drowning.
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