As I prolonged my time underwater, and as my tank was almost halfway empty, I didn't knew that bit by bit, I was learning to cope up and learn how to ease my nerve-wracking tremor. I was kind of surprised that I overcame it almost too fast but then maybe because I already warmed myself up with the waters from the shore.
I was getting the hang of it—I mean, playing with the unfamiliar creatures, swimming with the school of fishes, get amazed by those big and small sea turtles, and get startled by those eels and reefs. It was all superior—both in a negative and positive way.
But hey, look at me now, capable of reaching a hand way back like I used to! Though I totally admit that whenever I realized that I am in a deeper and darker part, or if it is what lies ahead of me, I start to get scared. I would always squirm, if not, jolt and always find my way back to the surface or to Lucas—who never left my side.
