(Y/N) (L/N) was just your average college student, making his way through life, finding love, and just being the him he could be. Yep, (Y/N) was content with his life...............until his girlfriend dumped him!!!! Now a sadden (Y/N) stumbles upon...
Woman 2: *worried* It was the girl who was just here! She was wearing a white top and had long hair!
(Y): *worried* Oh no! Chizuru!!! *to ship worker* Here, hold my dog!
Ship worker: *confused* Wait, what are you-
I then climbed over the rail and dove into the water after Chizuru.
Ship worker: *shocked* What are you doing?!
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*SPLASH!!!!*
What am I thinking right now? I just hear that someone fell overboard, and just out of instinct I dove in after I gave Kachan to someone who I only assumed worked on the boat. As I swam downwards, I could make out the person sinking. They weren't moving at all, sinking like a stone. Just the thought of Mizuhara being in danger literally sent me over the edge and now I'm swimming like a mad man just to rescue her. I don't even get why I am. I mean, I get why I should rescue her, she doesn't deserve to drown, but why did I act so rashly? Mizuhara isn't my friend, or really my girlfriend, she's just a rental girlfriend. Someone you aren't supposed to fall for. She's.........I.......
I reach out to grab Mizuhara as I wrapped an arm around her and immediately began to swim upwards. Kicking as hard as I could and using my one free arm to move us upwards as the other kept tightly around Mizuhara. As I was kicking my way up, I just realized how deep down we were, and just how long I've been holding my breath for. The surface seemed so far away, but I can't hardly hold my breath long enough for both of us to get back up there. I won't let Mizuhara drown, I just have to hope that one we make it to the surface we- *gulps (couldn't hold his breath anymore)*- NO! It's too soon! Gotta.....keep.....kicking......
The sound of small yips are the last thing I hear as I black out and the light of the setting sun disappears from my vision.
