Thrashing, the cold bites, snaps at me. My lungs full of not oxygen but iced frozen liquid.
My hair glides across my vision like a wave of lush seaweed. But I can't focus on the way the faun turns golden in the light, I'm to busy trying to take a single breath.
But maybe there is no point, no point in trying to take that breath.
If the one I held so dearly, tossed me away like a fish too small to be gutted, then maybe I should let the weights pull me down.
As I give in to the tug in my ankles, the pain starts to ease.
It lifts away.
It is better this way.
YOU ARE READING
Imagine✨🖤🌙
Short StorySometimes we just need to imagine... This book is something I wrote so I can write away my feelings, take ideas and put them to paper, or just use it as a warm up for my novels. Either way, I hope you can enjoy it as I do.
