LIAM
I don't let go of him, not even when we roll off the cliff or airborne for those few moments, holding onto him, never letting go … until the waves crashing against the rocks deafen and the ice-cold water engulf us.
The cod shocks me, so much that my eyes are open as I see myself sink, as I watch the bubbles form above my face. It's dark, everything around me is dark and cold, the only light coming from the surface that's getting further and further.
I can't breathe … I am weak and I can feel my body giving out. All the fight I had is now gone and the only name, the only image that comes to my mind as I let go, is rain. His face, as he smiles, how his eyes crinkle and form into crescent moons whenever he is laughing or overly happy that he can't help grinning.
