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I tried to swim but the push of the
water held me back from saving a lost soul. All I could remember was that
everything was under water and that the surroundings were especially unique in
the fact that it was an old memory of his old school. He knew that he wasn’t going
to die because of a few things; he couldn’t feel the burn of air in his lungs
and he didn’t feel the pressure of the water weigh down like a million tons of
force. So by these speculations he knew that he was breathing underwater, there
was someone there though and it itched at him like an itch you couldn’t itch. So
he turned to look at the person and the other person was pointing to something
faintly moving in the horizon and so after close examination he’s startled by
the fact that it was a beautiful, young girl that was his age, he knew because
of some sense he had. So he swam and swam, his arms stinging with pain as he
tried to get to the girl which was by the looks of it drowning. And he had to
make it his mission to rescue her and as his persistence prevailed when he
finally got the girl who was now bobbing on the surface hopefully unconscious, not
dead. He scooped her up in his arms as he tried to revive her with the few
breaths he had left, after 30 minutes of trying and trying and more trying she
was gone like a fall leave drifting in the cool breeze. He laid next to her
crying because he knew this girl and it killed him the fact that he could remember
her name or her in general and she was gone. As he whispers those words he
feels helpless because after playing the whole situation in his head he keeps
telling himself he could have made it if he would have moved faster. She would never
grow up, she would never kiss a boy, and she would never ever grow old with me.
The boy knew who the girl was…..it was his love his everything. As he felt like
it was his fault he crawled onto the banks of the water and laid there,
suffocating hoping that they can once more be together and live a life that
they would never had the chance to live. Just then the boy died and his spirit
rose up in the sky once more reuniting him and his love were they would live
the lives in peace.
I can visualize the scene you've built here. I especially like the lines about how he knew he was breathing underwater and not drowning, and how he knew "there was someone there though and it itched at him like an itch you couldn’t itch."
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