Memories.
Mine begin with the ocean.
With sinking deeper into the unknown, screaming and screaming until my voice went hoarse and water filled my lungs.
With the salt setting my lungs ablaze. God, how I wished the water was enough to put the fire out.
With my wrists and ankles raw and bleeding from struggling against the ropes they were bound with.
My eyes were open, searching for any way out. But it was hopeless, only resulting in more pain from the salty ocean water. It was futile. Eyes open or closed, there was no difference. It was too dark. I couldn't even tell which way was up. I...I was going to die.
Oh god, I was going to die.
My memories begin with pain. With thrashing and squirming and inhuman screaming, with begging for my life and slipping out of consciousness and praying that it was all just some bad dream. Just a dream from which I would soon awaken. Just a dream.
Yes.
My memories begin with a dream.
But my life began with a kiss that tasted of sea salt and sunshine. My life began with you.
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The Taste of Sea Salt on Your Lips
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