--Bridges--

w a t e r s ▪07▪

I have learned that people will stay, leave, stay, save, and destroy you, but by far the most dangerous thing they can ever do is come back.
~Beau Taplin

'Jump in!', they urged. You refused, rather, some small part of your mind did, the rest of you was so taken in with them to even care. You knew that you will be afraid, you knew that it woukd be dangerous, you knew that you might end up getting hurt; but there was something about them, about the water perhaps, that made it so damn enticing. And so you dived in. Dived deep into the ocean. And you couldn't care less about the consequences, after all, they were gonna be there for you, be there with you.

At first, it was beautiful. Lovely. Fishes dancing around you. Sunlight seeping in through the shallow water sparkling like glitter. It was like you had entered a new world, leaving the old one behind. You wanted to stay there forever.

You continued to swim deeper, hoping it would be even more beautiful. But somewhere along the way, ocean became less friendly and more menacing. Shiny playful waves turned into still murky waters. The fish were devoured by sharks. Yet, you swam on in the hope that it gets better, light-at-the-end-of-the-tunnel , right?
But no one told you that there's no light at the bottom of this ocean.

Somewhere along the way, they vanished. Perhaps they silently swam upto the shore leaving you in the trench, unnoticed. Or perhaps you saw them going but thought that they were just exploring the waters, just like you, and that they would come back. After all, hadn't they told you they'd be there to anchor you.
Had they?

You looked around. All you saw was darkness. You were alone, stranded in the depths of the ocean. You were clueless how to swim to the surface that way, having counted on them. Suddenly, it all became as clear as the inviting water above, they had left you. Might be in any way, but the truth was,you were there, sinking, and alone.
And you were running out of breath.

The minutes that followed were terrible. You opened your mouth to scream, but realised that it would only make things worse, the now threatening water took care of that, and no one would hear you anyway. All of their actions ran like a film through your mind, as you gasped for breath. Now was not the time to waste. You didn't know what made you keep swimming, all that you knew was that you couldn't stay there.

You finally returned to the surface, pale, dishevelled, breathless, shocked, numb, and probably spitting sea water, but alive. You might have had the help of a few mermaids and nymphs along the way. As you walked back to the shore in a daze, traces of the darkness of the creepy water still enveloping you, you were sure about one thing, you are never gonna go diving again. Hell, you were gonna be scared of the shower for weeks.

Slowly, you pushed away your fear like you shook off the droplets of water that clung to your body. It took time and tears. You sat on the shore and gingerly put your feet in the water, allowing the gentle waves to tickle them. Even more slowly, you started swimming again. Then, you started diving, sometimes alone, sonetimes with others, but you didn't trust any of them as you did on that fateful day. And yeah, you did this not because you hadn't learnt this lesson and were looking for trouble, but because you knew that you couldn't keep on avoiding the ocean forever.
It was your life.

One fine day, they come back. And along with them comes a wave of feelings crashing upon you, droplets of love that still remains, disbelief at their abandonment, wonderings of what could've been and anger at them and your own self, but above all, the fact that you worked so hard to forget it all, and here the memory is, as fresh as ever. And they're perfect, such that their charm seems to be working on you again. It's as if you can almost feel the earlier infatuation. It's hard to believe that they could've done that to you. After all, you never saw their back turned. They had just swam away.

There are things called second chances and you believe in them. Believe in them so much that you agree to go jumping with them. Again.
But this time, you know better.
This time, you're not going to dive in so deep that you can't swim up by yourself.

A/N: This was a long piece and I simply love you if you've read it till the end. Actually, it's one of my favourite's. So...thoughts?

Also, I think this might sound contradictory, the second chances bit that is, but well, that is what I am- contradictory and unpredictable. My works are based on what I'm feeling at the moment, and since feelings can change over time (doesn't take long in my case) my pieces can be contradictory too...

On a side note, how many of you hadn't heard of Beau Taplin till now?
If you hadn't, then you have to check out his poems- they're the most relatable bunch of words you'll ever read. I repeat, go read his works, you'll love them, he's such an amazing author.

Before I bore you with my rants, I've got something to tell you guys. As much as I don't wanna do this, I'm gonna have to - the next update will be after a couple of weeks since I'm taking a break from Wattpad to prepare for my long-pending finals.
A big thank you to you guys, each one of you, all your votes, comments and adds mean a lot to me.