13 April 2012
So this is how it starts. I'm falling; fast. I have no control of the direction or where I'm going, but that doesn't matter because I know I'll end up in the same place. I can almost count it down now, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. I land, painfully as always. The cold water envelops me until my water logged clothes weigh me down and slowly drag me under. That moment is when the panic kicks in. The urge to swim back to the surface is instinctive. My cries are very quickly drowned out from the chaos of the splashing waves. And that's when I see him. It's evident he hasn't seen me but that doesn't stop me from crying out louder. He continues to walk away while the feeling of drowsiness washes over me like nothing's wrong. Just as the sunlight begins to disappear and I've whispered my last cry, he hears me. Thank God he hears me. He runs to the lake and manages to take my hand. He holds me; near freezing, and as if straight from an American romance novel, it starts to rain. My thoughts become a dark web of nothingness as I slip away into equal oblivion. The last thing I remember is him crying and telling me it's going to be okay. I ask him to come closer, and with tears in his eyes he obliges. Just as I go to tell him something, I awake. Every time. I'd give anything to know what was so important to waste my last words on.
Reoccurrence. • Opuss № I