for him [bxb] ✔️

21 // submerging

It was almost the end of Thanksgiving break and there I sat, clad in boxers I had been gifted eternally by my own grandparent's kin. The fraying fabric was seamed in a pattern that was fit to be worn by boys with just not enough to do.

Connor had begun to use his arms to paddle in the water below, his skin having lost the intangible blue tint from years of his pretentious past but his glazed green eyes showing the distinguishing difference.

I began to stand upon the dark wooden port and for a moment regretted having come to my friend's favorite lake nearly a mile behind the boarded up skeleton of his childhood home.

His eyes seemed to shine with the brightest colors as they looked to me with the faint feeling of hope and I knew then that I could never give up and never regret when it came to pleasing the boy I called Emerald.

I took a running start and felt my frail body plummeting towards the surface of the naturally etched basin. In the air, the weightless feeling of my stomach was incredible and I could only imagine how it would've been to know how to fly towards the water like Connor did. His dives had always been more beautiful than any sort of bird I had ever encountered.

At first I found it hard to breath with my head submerged in the cold water and for a moment I let myself imagine the possibilities on not emerging from the powerful substance. The freedom and the carefree feeling I felt under the rest of the world was more fascinating than any other mundane experience.

But like after completing ever story, I had to use my strength to swim back towards the real world- my reality. It was both disappointing to see the trees and the dock around me look the same but I was quickly overwelmed with relief when I saw the boy of my dreams floating in the chilly water a mere foot away.