A mesmerizing moment to see,
But I am in-depth to unsee,
I am drowning in the cold waters in the pit,
The death will wait for me.
***
THE YEAR 1904, 100 centuries away from the present time.
"C'mon, Althea, wake up!" Qing Long cried out as he knelt down and do it over and over again. He was not losing hope on reviving her as she checked her breathing. He could feel the warmth on her lips and nostrils while Qing Long felt light and like a feather grip on his arms.
Althea opened her eyes slowly as she coughed up the water that she had senselessly drunk.
She sat up as Qing Long fell back on the sand and closed his eyes. He was catching his breath too, quite notice how he had dragged himself to the darkest of the waters he could find. He closed his eyes as Althea was drenched, the ribbon had untied from her smooth hair, and it was now cascading all over her shoulders.
