Fucking emo

His fucking waist

I was holding onto him, my hands wrapped tightly around his tiny waist. I could feel his hip bones as I turned him around, revealing his back dimples just below the waistband of his white briefs. We stood in water up to our knees, surrounded by pitch-black darkness. It was as if we were inside some sort of tank, but I could still see him clearly.

He grabbed my hand and spun me around, his black eyes locking onto mine. His jet black hair was wet, and his body glistened with water. We began wading through the dark liquid.

"You're going to make the promise of water," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "The plunge is inevitable. I am the beta fish without a mirror."

He turned his back to me and bent his torso down, keeping his legs straight. His shirtless, skinny body appeared tense, and his face was just centimeters away from touching the water's surface. I tightened my grip on his hand.

Suddenly, my other hand moved on its own, gripping his hair tightly. It was stuck to my fingers, and I couldn't let go. He plunged his head into the black water. I immediately tried to pull him back, and I succeeded.

"Get him!" he yelled, gasping for air, and I submerged his head again.

Underwater, I heard him scream, and panic surged through me as I attempted to pull him out. His head emerged from the water once more, dripping wet.

"Part of the circle!" he panted, and I plunged his head in and out again.

"I'm going to die!" he forced me to submerge his face one more time, but I didn't pull back. His head never resurfaced. I remembered tears streaming down my cheeks, falling onto his bony, exposed back.

I woke up in the middle of the night, my heart racing.

I immediately tried to shake off the dream, and I succeeded.

"Get him!" he yelled loudly, struggling for air, and I immediately submerged his head again.

Underwater, I heard him scream, and panic overwhelmed me as I tried to pull him out. His head emerged from the water once more, dripping.

"Part of the circle!" he gasped, and I plunged his head in and out again.

"... going to die!" he pleaded, forcing me to submerge his face one more time. But I didn't let go. His head never came back up. Tears streamed down my cheeks, falling onto his bony, exposed back.

I woke up abruptly in the middle of the night.

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