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Sara's POV

I stood on the edge of the dock looking down into the black ocean I didn't know how to swim so this was easy. I was gonna drown myself. years and years if death attempts, going to funerals, cutting,depression and stress brought me to do this all of a sudden I hear a voice behind me. 


Nash's POV

I see a beautiful girl with teary eyes standing with her toes off the edge of the dock no I scream very loudly she turns and looks at me shaking her head bending he knees about to jump. I run as fast as I can over to her she jumps in to the water flailing around all the way to the bottom I strip my shirt off and Juno in I see her body at the bottom I swim down and scoop her up in my arms and swim up to the top. I lay her on the dock tears in my eyes I put my mouth on hers and my hands on her chest as I give her mouth to mouth. a few minutes pass and soon she splutters out water she is screaming and crying. I bring her home and I walk up to my room and lay her down I say I love uTutti i diritti riservati

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