Death

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He had come back early from Michigan, and was on his way to see her swim practice. He always loved the way that she loses herself to the water.

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She was in the water, she always hated the way she lost herself, thinking of him. She could never concentrate. The pool waves are really high because she has practice with 15-16.

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The time came for back stroke, her worst stroke...

The pool waves are now almost over her head.

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He watched as the waves went over her head, she tried to get up, but to no avail... He watched her drown...

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She was thinking about him, and a new story idea that she had been working on, then a wave went over her head, she tried to get up... but there were too many people swimming over.

She choked, no one ,but him, saw until after she was dead.

A/N: where do I even find the inspiration to write this kind of sad junk that gets people all upset? I don't even know...

~Bailey! <3

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