fine print. (Harry Styles)

(Editing in process).
"How about we just be friends." Were the 7 word that had torn my world apart. It caused me a shit load of problems, pushed me over bored... literally over bored.
As the smell of salt overwhelms my nose, the cool wind blows past my face and into my long brown hair, blowing it in every direction. This moment is a moment I would like to remember. I feel weightless like never before, like my life is about to change forever and I'm ready for what ever change it may be. But my moment is cut short when in a blink of an eye, I'm surrounded by a airless, frozen liquid. I'm struggling; being pulled down farther and farther with every move I take. My lungs are losing there ability to provide me life as there filling up with the once relaxing salt water. Each second that passes might be my last and I am utterly terrified to the point of shock. But right as I begin to feel myself give up, a strong arm is rapped around my waist tugging me into the surface. I Hope.