EMMALINE
My breath is irregular as I rest my head against Phobos' chest. This peculiar warm feeling of belonging makes me opposed to leaving this moment in time. I want to pause and captor the way we look and feel and keep it forever. But all good things eventually came to an end. At least for me it seems, because suddenly Phobos is lifting me off his body and placing me down beside him like a discarded doll.
"Where are you going?" I ask in confusion as he stands.
The water splashes about his powerful legs, water dripping off his physique as he makes his way out of the large body of water. I shoot to my feet, watching him wrapping a towel around his waist. There's a sinking feeling in my chest that has my heart clenching painfully, making it hard to breathe.
"Phobos!" I demand firmly
