he fell with a storm raging inside his stomach,
and she lifted from the crashing waves,
only to be stricken again by yet another hassle of water,
pulling her under to the point of pressure.
she couldn't help but fall in with the movement, of falling.
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clamping in her lungs was the salt,
squeezing it tightly to where she could no longer hold in the urge to suck in what her body
could only hope to be air.
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his mind told him to fight the current,
to get his head above water
to think rationally and leave the girl behind
yet still,
he couldn't help but to breathe in~
YOU ARE READING
him her
Teen Fiction'they're kind of dead, sir' short story #131 t.f #663 2014 [currently 372 in ss)