Coping up with that trauma wasn't easy. Lucas also begged me the whole night, saying that I don't have to do it or pressure myself in facing that certain fear but I insisted, for I'd rather learn to be strong and know how to face things—it was one of the things I failed to do as a child and maybe somehow, as I entered adulthood.
I promised myself paradise, and I needed to go through a lot stronger hail in order to achieve that rainbow. It has always been like that, anyway, so it's not much of a shocking news.
It was hardcore, I know, and even though I was trembling really badly right now, two days after the incident, I still went for it. People were eyeing me with their curious and/or concerned expression, Lucas was convincing me to just back down every damn second, but I eventually learned to let it go, for I wanted to act on my own will and give this diving a shot.
