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In and out. I take deep breaths and take in the surroundings around me.
I’m at the beach.

The soft blanket of sand coats the Earth with pale yellow.

The ocean’s deep blue refracts sunlight in all directions,
blinding me every few moments when it walks my direction.

I look out and admire the stunning blue the sky offers me.

Now I focus on how I’m feeling.

My breathing is calm.

My body is numb and relaxed.

I feel at peace.

I slowly turn my head to look in front of me,

but I can’t move.

I make an attempt to wiggle my fingers; they move.

I feel wetness.

It’s warm.

I slowly move my hand up to meet my eyes, only to be greeted with crimson dug deep into my fingernails and prints.

With pain that makes me feel as though I’ll never move again, I finally turn to face my significant other.

They’re looking down at their lap.

Their eyes are widened with horror, skin as pale as snow tinted with pastel blue.

As if in slow motion, a drip catches my eye.

A drip of the same deep red as I found on my person.

It slips and carves a line down their face until it finally makes a leap and falls, falls down to their freezing hand. The same freezing and blue hand that holds a phone with a pitch-black cracked screen. It reflects their lifeless face.

I make another wobbly move to look in front of me. I see leaves- the dark green leaves of a tree. It protrudes from the broken windshield of my other’s car.

I finally look down to my own body to find the tree’s arm reaching inside of me.

I finally realize that my brain deceived me;

I was never calm.

My hand begins to shake as I take frantic, shallow breaths in and out.

I make a cry, my voice more shaky than the hand I can’t control.

I call for help.

The ocean’s ears are open, but its mouth is tied shut with a string.

I grab the one I love’s ice-cold hand and shut my eyes, giving into the weakness and faintness of my body. Only then do I see the life of my love once more.

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