To Drown In You Novels & Stories

STORM “the only person who is going to regret this is you,” That is all I hear before I am thrust in front, and I lose my balance. I feel myself falling and I can't stop it. then my back hits cold water and I know she has pushed me into the pool. I close my eyes feeling the sting of water in my eye, water rushing through my nose and mouth. I don’t know how to swim to save my life, and it shouldn’t come as a surprise to me that I might be drowning in this pool right now the last thing I will feel is the way the alcohol in my veins is making me feel like my drowning is happening in slow motion.

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’s going to be fine” she whispered almost as if she was talking to herself. Hugh closed his eyes and placed his hands over his ears hoping to mute the screams that were coming from the house. By the time he opened them Alyssa had driven far enough that he couldn’t hear anything again, just the echoing sound of silence and his own voice in my head screaming. Suddenly he felt like he was drowning, thick goop like fluid was drowning him. He quickly opened his eyes to check if his sister was alright but he couldn't find her anywhere. He was no longer in the car or anywhere close. Hugh found himself in a ditch that was gradually filling up with the black goop. He threw out his hands searching

he points between us, "even more." Well, damn. That was really sweet. So sweet, in fact, that tears spring to my eyes. "Also. I don't want to be a distraction from what today is." He just dumped a bucket of ice cold water straight on top of my head. If that's not an awakening, I don't know what is. "Distraction?" "I know you're not using me for that," he's quick to add. "You do? Because I'm not. I promise you. I'm just really horny."

I recall the sweet times that I shared with Ariana, our sweet moments flooded my head as a tear silently sneaked out of my eye and missed with the water. I am drowning, drowning towards the depth of the water with Ariana still I couldn't do anything to save any of us. I am drowning in pain and grief. I am hopeless, defeated, and helpless as I feel my head spinning. Darkness is slowly clouding my head and surrounding me, I gave up. Enough of struggling as I felt damn tired to keep up with the vast ocean, the water kept swirling around and throwing me up and down.

Always hoping for a future that keeps moving further away like a mirage in the desert. I'm drowning in this love, and I don't know how much longer I can keep my head above water. Maybe Claudia's right. Maybe it's time to let go before I drown completely. But God, the thought of a world without Adrian feels like death itself.

] Tears welled up unexpectedly, and when I touched my cheek, my fingers came away wet. So, they had already made a vow like that long ago. No wonder he had jumped so decisively in our last life despite how fiercely he usually clung to survival. My heart finally shattered completely. I looked at the rapidly rising water, took a deep breath, and jumped in.

The quarry stretched before me, a gaping mouth of darkness swallowing the last traces of daylight. I folded Sam's letter carefully, tucking it into my jacket pocket, and walked to the edge of the cliff. Forty feet below, black water lapped against jagged rock, the same water where Sam and I had swum naked under the moon. I closed my eyes, feeling the emptiness yawn inside me. It would be so fucking easy. One quick turn of the handlebars, one moment of acceleration. Then nothing. No more ache. No more waking up to a world without her in it.

I always followed. He stood on the small back porch, took one long drag, but didn't exhale right away. He just held the smoke in, shoulders tense. I stepped closer and wrapped my arms around his waist from behind, resting my forehead against the solid line of his back. He flinched at the contact but didn't pull away. After a moment, he exhaled with a visible tremor. "I love you," I whispered. He heard it as clearly as if I had yelled it at the top of my lungs.

Because of course it had. When it rained, it poured. And I was drowning.