[Vereena]
I stared blankly over the sea, ignoring the blinding light reflecting into the water.
Guilt was gnawing inside my chest, recalling what had transpired nights ago. My mind continued to relive the image of Callum's body being carried along by the waves. The huge wound where Hugo had struck him with an oar. I was scared at that moment, but mostly not me. I was scared that he would die, and that my friend had killed him. I may have been angry with him, but the thought of him dying because of me would certainly kill a part of myself as well.
Right from the periphery, I saw Hugo coming toward me. He was shirtless, sweaty, with a brown bandana wrapped around his head. I wanted to be angry with him, for not listening, and for hurting Callum, but I couldn't blame him entirely as well. Though I admit, I was terrified by the way he acted on me that night. Maybe because I haven't really seen him get angry with me, and it was the first time.
