ArabianAphrodite
All I knew was that there were little waves, not enough to actually kill me, out in the ocean. Sure, it was an accident that I got pulled under but I did little, almost none, with trying to save myself. I thought of how I almost gave up down there. To be honest, I did give up. If not for this man, I would've been dead right now. I looked over to him, "Thank you."
He gawked at me, as if he was observing an alien that just landed on earth. "Were you?"
I furrowed my brows, "Was I what?"
"Trying," he said, "to kill yourself."
I looked away and bowed my head down and started crying.
"Hey," he moved closer to me and wrapped his arms around me, rubbing my back even more. "Hey, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to pry."
"I... I'm sorry, you can leave now. I can take it from here," I tried to dismiss his worries but to no avail.
As I wept, he wiped the tears from my face, "You want me to leave so you can waltz right back in the ocean? No way."
A STORY OF PAIN, HOPE, AND HEALING...