it.
I heard behind me. I dodged. I got up one side and then I climbed over the railing holding onto a pole. The strings attached to it. Round and round of wet rope. The air in my face and shortness of breath. Was going to jump when I heard him behind me. Shouted my name and I turned and saw him standing there. Did not know him. It was not part of the crew, was there on business. His suit and tie, his pale eyes and hair as black asking me not to jump, they would kill me, it was all deep, that the blow would kill me. I looked and could not think. Living and jumping. The image of my partner in my head. His voice. I knew I had to do was desperate for it, but there he was begging me so handsome nor jump ...
jumped.
The noise from water falling and then silence. Again, the folds of my white dress swirled around me. The green and yellow background with the sun's rays passing through it. Bubbles. My partner's voice in my head. The sinking feeling. The left. He counted the seconds it would take to get to the bottom, knowing it would not hold their breath so that I would drown.
I sank. The second, the green and dark yellow, light fading with depth, peace, my white dress, her voice, her laughter, my love for him, the water pressure in my skin and finally touching the sand my bare feet to get to the bottom.
My final seconds were allfor him, proud of having succeeded in all of them. I imagine smiling when I know my victory. He, my companion, who left in the boat, shouting my name with tears in his eyes begging me to jump ...
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