The First: Open Windows

Prologue

I am sinking.

I am drowning.

I am dying.

My limbs all feel heavy like they've been filled up with lead. I can't take in any air with all the water around me.

It's dark.

Everywhere around me is so dark.

I feel scared. I know this is my last moment.

I feel so sure of it.

I wish I could see them all again. I wish they could come help me.

Save me please.

The water around me is getting darker the lower I sink.

I soon won't be able to see the surface.

I don't know why I am not panicking. I'm pretty sure I know how to swim so why can't I do anything about it right now.

Isn't dying in water supposed to feel painful?

So why does it feel like I'm about to fall asleep and never be able to wake up again.

The light keeps fading but I notice someone jumping in.

Have they come to save me? Or recover my body for burial?

I guess I will never get to know.

The sun bounces off beautiful bronze skin as my saviour makes powerful strokes through the water rushing towards me.

A desperate face comes within my vision, their plea for me to live fervently on their faces as they rush towards me.

Beautiful turquoise pearls for eyes lined with worry and despondency as his long fingers fervently reach out for me.

Don't waste your time. I wish to stay.

Go back before you drown with me too.

It's already too late for me but not for you.

Please.

Please.

Please save yourself and forget about me.

The distance between us is never changing.

He is too far high and the darkness lays a slow and unstoppable claim to my body as I slowly keep sinking into my abominable fate.

Go back.

Please.

My wasted tears mix with the sea water as I try to convey my pleas in noiseless desperation.

It's too late for me, but not for you.