Breathing, got to keep breathing.
Another wave toppled atop her again, writhing her body with agony. Knocking precious air from the lungs, depriving the blood once again of all insistent oxygen. She span in the wave, a speck of insignificance in the great blanket of water. Struggling toward the surface, holding onto life.
Eyes open, making out the distant surface, the cruel depth refusing to let her ankle go. She screams, forces herself toward the sweet air.
A small bubble escapes her mouth. It floats upwards with ease and grace, and breaking the surface making no sound at all it roars.
Breathing, got to keep breathing.
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This is one of my favourites!! x
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