The cold water was like a thousand needles piercing her skin, they flared pain across her and muddled her thoughts until she was numb, until nothing but fear remained in her heart.
Nesrin knew what kind of person Izekiel was, but a small part of her still hoped he wouldn't turn a blind eye to her so easily.
Her vision blurred, as the icy water plunged her deeper and deeper. A cold fist of realization clenched around her heart.
He wasn't coming back.
Nesrin has never swam before, with her fading strength she tries to kick the water and flail her arms. Her chest was burning, she needed air but her attempts were futile and the remaining hope in her heart was extinguished when he still didn't come.
From the waves of fears inside her heart, a speck of anger rose.
No one will save her, no will care whether she lives or dies.
