Drowning In An Endless Sea 소설 & 이야기

My pearl pouch snapped free, sinking into the abyss. I coughed, choked, but no air came, everything blurred. I couldn’t see. I couldn’t think. The ocean roared. The sea claimed. My body twisted helplessly through the water. My fingers clawed at nothing. I was sinking. Sinking. So this was it? After everything? All the pain, the survival, the fights, was it really ending here? Was I going to die in the same water that held such beauty? Something cracked inside my chest. I tasted copper. Blood.

I'm sorry that I won't get a chance to watch us grow old together. Drowning is excruciating. The saltwater filling your lungs burns as you cough, struggling to find air. Your large, gasping breaths are futile as you release the last of your oxygen into the fluid around you. Your mind starts to create hallucinations as you lose the last of your air. Like right now. I see Atlas' shining face. His whole body seems to glow with brilliance as he swims towards me. The angel of death taking on my husband's form is a kindness of my mind. If I am to die, let it be in his embrace.

They're all the same, Rali. It got impossible to breathe; felt like I was underwater. I tried to count in my head but couldn't. My fingers clawed at nothing, reaching for the surface that wasn't there. The dark waters kept descending on me and in the end, I stopped fighting. I let it drown me.

The heavy silk of my dress, soaked through and weighed down by the sea, pulled me toward the black abyss like lead weights bound to my ankles. ​My lungs screamed for air, a sharp, instinctive panic clawing at my throat. I tried to kick, to fight the relentless pull of the current, but my body refused to obey. The surgical incision on my lower back was a distant, numb throb, lost to the biting ice of the Atlantic. The strength I had clung to all night was completely gone. ​This is where it ends, I thought, as tiny silver bubbles escaped my lips, floating toward the light I would never reach. Three years of silence, stripped of my blood, and buried in the dark.

he was trapped in a memory, and for the first time since we had met again, I was the only one who could pull him out. I leaned in close to him, my voice a whisper that only he could hear. "I've got you," I murmured. "Just breathe." Callum glanced at me, his blue eyes wide and haunted. For a split second, the mask was gone completely, and I saw the terrified fifteen year old boy who had frozen in the water while I sank. I realized then that we were more alike than I had ever wanted to admit. We were both survivors of the same monster, bound together by a trauma that no amount of hate or sex could ever fully erase.

It felt like she was now inside an ocean. The cold water pressed in on her from every side, thick and suffocating. Everywhere was dark and isolated, an endless expanse with no beginning or end. There was no creature in sight, no fish, no life—just a vast, eerie emptiness that swallowed everything.

Angry waves tossing me around like a rag doll. The weight of my clothes was dragging me under. I kicked frantically, my arms flailing against the relentless, rolling tide, trying desperately to keep my chin above the water line. Every time I managed to draw a ragged breath, another wave crashed over my head, burying me in the dark, churning depths. I’m drowning, my subconscious screamed, the raw panic blinding me. My strength was failing. My limbs felt like lead, the freezing temperature of the water paralyzing my muscles. I let out one last, bubbly cry as the current pulled me under again, my vision tunneling into a deep, inescapable black.

her answer made him numb. "The more depth ur feelings will explore u will get drowned into it and it's like a deep ocean which will consume u ..... All of u in a way that u will lose ur life in that depth of sea" . "I am a swimmer Manik". "Sometimes divers too lost their lives in sea". "Be it ..... I am not leaving u till the time u reach at shore from where u will be saved, to live a life" this time she cupped his face and looking into his eyes she spoke.

Hence, the engagement banquet went ahead as planned. No one could have imagined it would be the last celebration I ever attended alive. Three hours after the banquet ended, I was stuffed into a sack and thrown into the ocean.

I'm struggling through darkness. Far from all light, and love, and life. Death has swallowed me whole. Gasping for breath, I struggle against the black embrace of the ocean, bindings of frozen ebony velvet that hold and smother me, pulling me down, down, down. Far below, the bus falls through the shadows; far above, a maelstrom of shattered glass dances through the water. My body is tired. Thrashing wildly against the tide, I gasp for breath, and take in a lungful of burning saltwater.