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This is such a special day for Nicole and Keith. They just married and now we are celebrating their wedding in this extravagant cruise ship. While I was watching them exchanging their vows awhile ago I can't help to feel jealous. I mean, when will be my time to find the one who will share his life selflessly with me? It's been two years since I had my last relationship and now I am realizing it's been so long. I miss life with someone who will be there to care for you, to love you.
As I am contemplating here alone at the corner table about my love life, I saw a familiar face... Oh sh*t, it's Seacrest... I am in trouble. I owe him fifty thousand bucks for a failed business venture. I got no money so I quickly hid my face and ran away till I reach the hallway for the suites. I turn each knob and luckily one room was unlocked so I immediately went in and locked the door. As I turn after locking the door, someone accidentally bumped me and spilled his wine over my pink dress. "F*ck!" I retort. I looked up and saw an open-mouthed man just looking at me like he's not sorry. He glared at me and I glared back at him. Okay he looks handsome but I don't care. He ruined my dress!
"Say sorry to me," I said trying to control my anger.
"Huh? Miss, it's not my fault. It's yours. You turned and whipped my hand," he elucidated.
"I'm gonna punch you on your face," I said clenching my fists.
He spats a laugh, "You can't Miss, besides this is not your suite. I shall call the security."
This man is grrr. "No, you can't because I will go!" I banged the door and looked around first, thank goodness, Seacrest is out of the picture but I still need to be careful so I ran till I reach the deck.
I am feeling effin sh*t right now because of the ungentle man. Golly, now I am a mess. Anyway, I need to breathe and just inhale the fresh air and enjoy the fantastic view of the ocean. I need to get away with stress. "Just breathe Jennifer, breathe," I calmed myself as I inhale and exhale while leaning close to the handle to feel the wind. Suddenly I was stunned by a loud shout on my right ear. "BOO!" I almost ripped my heart out from my chest. The man from the suite is here. "What are you doing here? Are you following me?" I angrily asked him.
He chuckled a bit, "Following you? Huh, excuse me miss I am here to relax not to follow you." He pushed me out of his way. "What made you think I follow you here?"
"To say sorry to me?" I raised my brow at him. He just looked at me drawing an annoying smirk on his lips. I rolled my eyes, "You know what, stay here forever." I then pushed him and he stumbled on the floor. I can't help myself but laugh, "You're too weak, you're gay!"
He managed to stand and faced me losing the smirk, "I am not gay."
Huh, so defensive. "Yes you are a gay, you've stumbled down, you're weak and that means you are a gay." I taunted him more. "I should go, bye fool." I tried to walk away from him but then I felt his hand gripping my arm. "Awwww! Can you let go of me?" I attempted to remove his hand but he suddenly wrapped his arms around me. I'm squirming, trying to escape from his tight embrace. I then felt his breath on my ear, "Not unless you take back what you've said to me."
He leaned his forehead on my forehead, I swallowed hard. I felt him loosen his hug and I took the chance to push him off of me. "I will never ever going to take it back fool!" Rolling my eyes, I walked passed him but I tripped on my feet and slipped out from the deck, luckily I'm still holding on the handle, but my life is literally be drowning in this ocean. "Help me!" I shouted, feeling scared right now because I don't wanna fall down in this ocean and be eaten by sharks or whatever sea creatures. I want to live my life long and meet the one, who will love me so much, and I worry about Seacrest, I have to pay the debt I owe from him, just kidding, I hope he's the one out here literally holding on for his life because I don't deserve this but seriously. "I need heeeeeeelp!" I'm still shouting.
"Is it fun hanging on there?" here we go again. This man is a f*cking sh*t. "That's what you get from doing badly to me," he annoys me more.
"Will you just shut up and help me get up?" I commanded him. He's just standing there looking so far away, not minding me. "Hey I'm asking you to help me get up from here!" He's not really minding me. Now, how will I get up from this hanging life? Suddenly the ship's shaking, what's happening?
"Hey help me here!" I screamed louder. I'm holding too tight on the handle. "Please I don't want to die yet!" I can feel my tears.
"Hold my hand!" he yelled, I can sense the nervousness on his voice. I immediately hold on to dear life, but his hand is too wet and I don't know why it's wet. I slipped my hand from him. "Can you wipe your hand first? It's hard to hold on to it." He did and helped me again. "Hold onto me tight," he said. He's holding my hand so tight but . . . I slipped and fell down the ocean. "God!" I heard him yell. My breathing is too fast and shallow trying to live what I have to survive. My mind is telling me, don't die yet but my body is giving up.
I can feel the water and I am sinking down to the deep of the ocean. I am running out of oxygen... I am struggling hard until I can feel nothing... blue... black... blank...
