Novel & Cerita To Drown In You

[Lincoln] With my pulse drumming in my ears, I bolt out of my seat, every noise fading beneath the roaring waves of the ocean. My mind hones in on one thing—my wife…drowning the water. Fuck. What was she thinking? Without hesitation, I dive in, my body slicing through the surface as cold water engulfs me. A figure is sinking lower, deeper. My muscles burn as I push forward, lungs tight, heart slamming against my ribs. I reach out, my fingers wrapping around an ankle before I shift to grab her waist.

My mind went blank, and can't process for a second or so, and when it finally works again, it was like loading an Internet site slowly due to the poor Internet connection. My mouth fell open as I realized, I actually wanted to do those things to Dion, and that I am fantasizing about him. And what makes my jaw drop, even more, is when his eyes slowly open, and I swear, as the color of his eyes showed, I feel like I am slowly drowning. But instead of saving myself, I chose to be drowned. And when his ocean eyes finally laid on me, I know I am already drowned and cannot be saved anymore. "Sweetheart, you're here."

I curl up to fit my body on the sofa and attempt to get comfortable. I feel myself being swallowed by darkness. By body feels weighed down, like I’m being drug into the depths of the ocean. Drowning. I’m being pulled deeper and deeper into the abyss. My arms outstretched, grasping for the walls to stop my descent into the darkness. My hands gliding against the darkness, nothing to grasp to slow my plunge into nothing. My mouth gaped open in a silent scream.

Just so you know I'm a fan of Avril Lavigne. Head Above Water By: Avril Lavigne "God keep my head above water Don't let me drown it gets harder 'I'll meet you there at the altar As I fall down to my knees don't let me drown, drown, drown Don't let me, don't let me, don't let me drown" Nakita ko mula sa di kalayuan ang isang truck. Sa intersection. At mukhang nawalan ito ng preno. Kung hindi ako titigil mababangga ako.

Panic surged through me as water filled my mouth and nostrils. "I fell in love with Sarah! I'll fuck her once you're dead!" he spat, his intentions clear. He planned to drown me, knowing we had opened half the crates without finding the knife. I struggled against his grip, my vision blurring as the lack of oxygen took its toll. Bubbles escaped my lips as my lungs strained for air. I fight against his suffocating grip, desperate to break free and prevent my head from being forced underwater.

"Tell me you want me to take you right here, in front of the world. Tell me you want me to drown her out." "Do it," I sobbed, my body betraying my logic as the "Sync" flooded my system with a lethal dose of arousal. "Drown her out, Dante. Please. Just make it be us again." (To be continued in the next chapter…)

It terrified me, and with good reason. Drowning is a horrific way to go out. Well, it is if you're conscious. This was something I knew from experience. The cold and desperate feeling as water invades your nose and mouth. The impossible attempt to stay calm and hold your dwindling breath. The pain of lungs utterly depleted of oxygen.

“Just do not go out any further, please. Don’t risk your life when you are just getting to live it.” “Sapphire, before you go, earlier you said ‘drown’, what does this word mean?” “To drown is to be submerged in water until you breath it in and die or almost die. It’s also used to described being suffocated by something, usually unpleasant.” “Sapphire, was I drowning in the darkness till you came?” “Yes, Evangeline. I believe you were drowning in your own darkness, even though you did not know it yet.” Sapphire’s voice was now full of sadness again. “I must sleep now. Please consider hiding and sleeping as well, we will both need our strength for the journey ahead.”

Lauresse I am lying on the cold floor, staring at the ceiling; only I can see darkness. No light. Just darkness. And the surrounding was like the cool freezer seeping through my skin deep to my bones. Even my breath was frigid. Where am I? A choking sound came to my mouth, along with my fresh tears. Death. The only word I am going of my life. I should not leave my hometown and be independent. Perhaps...maybe... indeed...I am not in this situation.

His gaze dropped to my bare legs again, just for a second, then snapped back up like it pissed him off that he’d looked. “Showering is high risk,” he said. “You slip, you hit your head, you pass out. You drown.” His throat worked. “You don’t have the same reserves you think you do right now.” Drown. The word drown hit somewhere low in my chest. I swallowed. “I didn’t drown,” I said lightly. “Remember? No longer a brain-dead vegetable. Bounced right back.” “That isn’t funny.” “Didn’t say it was.” The silence stretched, thick and charged.