Seth tightened his grip on Danielle’s wrist as the waves surged around them, dragging at their legs. She stiffened, resisting, her free hand pushing weakly at his chest.
“Let me go,” she mumbled, her voice distant, unfocused.
Why was he here? Why was he doing this? Why didn't he hate her like she hated herself? Broken. She was broken.
“You don’t want this,” he said, keeping his voice steady even as the current fought against them. “Come back with me.”
She blinked, slow, sluggish. Her fingers twitched against his. She felt his warm hand against the small of her back gently pulling her towards him.
For a moment she wanted to. Her body swayed toward him. But then suddenly she yanked back, thrashing against his hold. “No,” she said, harsher this time, trying to slip from his grasp.
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