sincerely

quatre

i didn't know exactly how i had gotten there. i felt afraid, but not of where i was or what i was doing. i was afraid of what i had left behind.

i looked up at the sky; it appeared painted. not real. i looked down, i saw my body, i saw my white dress. it went down to my knees.

when i looked down, i physically saw my dress, but with it, i saw all of my innocence; all of my purity.

i took off the dress, revealing the underclothes i couldn't take off. a burden, perhaps. something i'd take to my grave.

i slowly walked in to the glassy, blue water. it was cold, but comfortably cold. i felt the chill in my bones when i walked further.

it hugged every surface of my skin as i waded out. i knelt down, and the water consumed me up to my neck.

i looked down at my reflection in the water; i saw small ripples form in the river as tears fell from my face. i was giving up.

i took a deep, shaky breath - a sigh, really, and pressed my face to the water. at that moment i heard nothing but the beating of my own heart.

i felt nothing but the cold in my bones and the air in my lungs, which would soon be gone. i felt myself exhale below the surface.

then i felt nothing. i felt his hand on mine, i felt him walking with me out of the water. i felt his eyes on me.

i looked at him, our hands still held together. he looked at me, and he looked upset. i couldn't tell. he brought me to the riverbank.

he gave me the white dress; he gave me my innocence. i put it back on and i sat down on the sand.

he sat next to me, and took my hand in his again. we sat there together, looking out at the gloomy, blue river.

we didn't speak. i laid my head on his shoulder and continued staring at the water. he held my hand tighter; i felt more secure - i felt infinity.

this entire river, and all of it could've carried me to my grave. it could've taken me away, my fear could've won; but he saved me.