The seaweeds were still coming for her, giving her no time to float there contemplating on whose voice she had just heard.
Aaliyah kicked again and swam higher, gaining closer and closer to the surface. The Vast relief she thought she would get from breathing in after spending such a long time underwater didn't come.
It never came.
Her head shot out of the water, but she wasn't even hungry for air. She was only breathing hard because she had swum her hardest, but that was the least of her problems right now given that the water was in rage.
The surface of the water was flowing violently, torrents of waves growing and crashing. It was hard to phantom this because the water was very calm as she had swam up, but suddenly it had become like the raging waters.
The big wave crashed on hit, plummeting her body back under the water again. The force had been unbelievable, almost knocking her out.
