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The Man Riding The Waves

New Year Special.

I stared at the water flowing down the faucet as I wash the dishes.....

Yeah. That's the inspiration for this one.

It's a bit out of the blue, no real context, but hey. I tried. 😂

Enoy. 💜

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The sound of the waves gets louder and louder every step he takes. The gush of the wind blows in his face, allowing him to smell the distinct fragrance of the sea water.

He felt his stomach churn, remembering the smell of the sea which brings terror in his whole body.

It's like he could taste the water in his mouth, drowning him and pulling him down deeper and deeper. He could hear the waves turning into loud horrifying screams.

The memory of the people panicking as the fire consumes the ship and their loud screams for help as they jumped on the water flash in his eyes.

He felt suffocated, his steps becoming slow and uncertain as his heart thumps rapidly in his chest.

He can't do it.

Though his vision is blurring, he tried to turn around and walk away. His hand gripping his stomach, feeling his insides churn.

He ran towards a huge tree, vomiting hard as his vision starts to spin. Leaning on the tree, he tried his best to get a hold of himself when he saw a man running towards his direction.

He saw him getting nearer and nearer as he says something he couldn't comprehend. He doesn't know what happened when he completely saw darkness, letting his body fall on the sand with the image of the man in mind.

🌊

Loud noises of people talking awakened him. He could feel his head hurting as he tried to get up from bed, slowly removing the duvet covering his body.

Wait..

His eyes widened, realizing that he's inside an unfamiliar room. He stood, walking near the window, overlooking the sea.

Instinctively, he closed the window shut, his heart beating loudly in his chest as he leaned on the wall, trying to catch his breath once more.

Coming here is such a bad idea. He shouldn't have listened to his psychiatrist about facing his fears. Now, all he could think of is that fatal day that he wished to bury.

He was so out of it when the door opened, revealing a man in plain white shirt and board shorts with a tray of food in hand.

"I'm glad you're awake." He said, smiling at him. He went to the table and placed the tray on top of it.

"Here. Why don't you eat first to get your strength back." He added, motioning for him to sit on the empty chair.

However, he didn't move a muscle and just looked at the man with caution.

"Where am I?" He asked in a low voice.

He saw him smile, the kind of smile that's warm and friendly, his arms resting on top of his chest as he stared at him.

"You're in my house. I saw you collapsing yesterday in the beach." He answered, his eyes not leaving his face.

He nodded his head, eyes settling on the ground. "Thank you." He muttered silently.