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I'm experiences an unexpected heart drop, my world seems to come crashing down around me. It's as if a heavy weight has settled onto my chest, making it hard to breathe, hard to think, and impossible to ignore the sudden onset of despair.
I quickly dive into the water again, but the bottom is quite murky, so I can't see anything clearly. I take another dive, despite knowing my eyes will burn, and look straight into the water. Through the murkiness, I notice a white in something sinking below.
I realize that for some reason, Jiwie is also sinking with the boat. I take a deep breath and dive down. I don't know how deep this lake is, but I need to get her in my arms before she runs out of breath. I start swimming in the opposite direction, and as I go deeper, everything around me turns a dark green.
She's not very far from me, and when I reach her, I grab her wrist. But then I notice that her clothes are caught on something from the boat, trapping her. She has her eyes tightly closed, probably because of the dirty water, and like me, her eyes must be burning. But when I place my hand on her waist, she looks straight at me with her red eyes. Her face screams for help, and by then, we've reached the bottom of the canal. After freeing her clothes from the iron, we start to rise to the surface, both of us struggling for air.
As we break the surface, we both gasp deeply. She moans in exhaustion and breathlessness.
I feel a crushing wave of guilt wash over me, threatening to drown me in its icy depths. A choked sob escapes my throat, and my entire body starts to shake violently as the shock gives way to the horrific moment when I thought I'd lost my princess forever. My shoulders shake with the force of my sobs, and my voice breaks as I whisper.
"It's all my fault. I should have been more careful. I shouldn't have let my panic out." I bury my face in my hands, replaying the scene over and over in my mind and out, torturing myself with the memories of my failure.
If I had made a mistake, this incident would have haunted me my entire life, cursing and condemning me. My Lord, I still can't believe this happened.
We struggle to sit by the canal bank together, my eyes filling with tears as I see Jiwie's tired and wet body.
"It's okay..."
Her cold reply throws me into a panic. I stand up, and so does she, but without my help. Is she mad at me? It seems so, as her face is completely serious.
My eyes travel over Jiwie's body. Wearing a completely white frock, her entire figure is fully revealed, from the shape of her legs to her waist, even her navel. Around her chest is a thick fabric bandeau. Her body's curves mesmerize me.
