Chapter 9

I was still Standing rooted at a spot, motionless and I felt so useless as I watched her gasping for air and struggling inside the pool.

The situation brought back those memories, memories I’ve tried to shut close for years now. The scene right now dwindled off and I visualized myself inside that pool, struggling for my dear life as life was walking out of me and Zayn was present in the scene.

I remember that very day.

Flashback.

My family and I went to the beach for a vacation. And just like every other child playing around, me and Zayn engaged ourselves in playing handball.

“One point” Zayn squealed and jumped up to celebrate his victory as I had just missed his shot.

We were really having fun but not until I suddenly threw the ball up higher so that Zayn wouldn’t be able to catch it but little did I know what was installed afterward.

The ball went as far as landing off close to the flapping ocean. And you know how whiny and nagging Zayn could get, I told him to forget about