He Let Me Drown Novels & Stories

someone who doesnt try to pull him out of his grief but doesnt let him drown alone in it either. So I stay. Silent. Still. Here. And he lets me.He lets himself be seen. And he doesn’t look away.

My lungs feel like they’re exploding, longing for air. I know that if I just open my mouth, let the water in, that it will be over. But it turns out that the more human I become, the more difficult it is to intentionally drown myself. Through the mindlink, I hear Hermes say, Stop fighting it, polemistí mou (my warrior). Let the Lethe in and then we can let you up. It all sounds so simple, especially to a god. Just breathe in the healing waters of the Lethe, the famed river in the Underworld where all ills are cured. Where Hercules gained his near invulnerability. Where traumatized souls came to forget after their deaths.

Kelly The night was as silent as it was suffocating. My breath came in shallow, uneven gasps as I waited, alone in the dimly lit room where someone had left me. My hands were tied behind my back, my ankles bound to the chair. Somehow I woke up here, my mind foggy and I couldn’t remember how I came here. Somewhere in this cruel place, Aiden could be close and was being held, scared, confused, and unaware of why his world had been ripped apart.

I never imagined that someone like me, who always cared about how I looked, would die in such a wretched, hideous way. After the kidnappers brutally tortured me, they tossed me by the seaside, letting the freezing waves wash over my body again and again. Blood gushed from my wounds, staining the water around me. Sven Guerrero was completely consumed with Alina Leclair. He didn't spare a single thought about me. By the time I was brought to the hospital, all the blood had drained from my body, and my legs were shattered like those of a broken doll.

You never know if you will drown, if the waves will pull you down, or if you will be able to swim in the currents. I have come to let myself go. I want to drown in them sometimes. Other times, I want to be above the current, swimming steadily even though the intensity of the waves are threatening to pull me under. But every time, I have always reminded myself not to get lost. To not let go of the control. But …. But what if I let go for once? It's so easy, of it is, to let go and hope that he will catch me. That his deep, dark waters won't drown me, what if I just let go?

As soon as the doctor finished speaking, Everett dragged me into the room. "Doctor, her blood type matches. Take it." I struggled desperately, but Everett held me down. I could only watch as the needle pierced my arm. Everett stroked my cheek soothingly and coaxed in a gentle voice, "It'll be over soon. Think of it as atonement for what you did." I squeezed my eyes shut and emptied my heart of every ounce of feelings I had for Everett.

The realization made my chest tighten even more. He left the strawberries behind without a second thought and came to where I was sitting on the other side of the counter. He turned me gently on the stool to face him, but I couldn't hold his gaze. I dropped my gaze to my fingernails, finally finding them interesting. They looked terrible: chipped polish, uneven edges. I never really take care of them, but it is a ridiculous detail to focus on while everything inside me was collapsing. "Not again. You're leaving, aren't you? Because I have a child."

Nothing. The silence became unbearable. Finally, sometime past midnight, I gave up trying to sleep altogether. A swim suddenly sounded like the only thing capable of calming my thoughts. I slipped into my swimsuit, draped a robe over myself, and quietly slipped out of the room. The large pool lay still, as if waiting for me. I removed the robe and plunged into the water. The warmth and freshness enveloped my skin. I swam through it, savoring the water’s embrace as it flowed around my body.

"Ben, I'll definitely take you with me and escape this hellhole." I crossed my arms over my chest, wishing with all my heart that Dad would live the rest of his life in freedom. Dying from the fall wasn't painful. I hit the rocks hard, and almost the next second, I found myself floating in the air. I looked down and saw my body lying against a boulder below. Dense tangles of vines wrapped around my body, blood dripping down the dark green stems. I subconsciously drifted upward and reached the edge of the cliff.

" Wendy adjusted the skewed photo. "My dad was young and handsome. Mom spoiled my sister and me. She even joked that she'd hand the company over to me. The exes' girls heard that, and they tried to poison me, but my sister drank the poisoned water instead. "The poison killed her. Mom tossed her body into the sea and said she drowned because she swam too far. I wanted to take revenge, but the girls were bigger and stronger than I was. They nearly cut my throat." Wendy unbuttoned her collar and revealed the scar on her neck.