Savanna's POV.
As I lay my head against Sean's chest, the sensation of the water around us begins to fade, and I know in my heart that it's too late for me. I can feel his urgency as he pushes toward the surface, his breaths quickening, but I also sense the weight of despair settling over him. I don't blame him for this; he is doing everything he can, and there's a strange comfort in being held by him, even in this moment of crisis.
In what feels like my last moments, thoughts of my friends drift through my mind. Brooke, Molly, and even Natali—would they come to my funeral? I hope they wouldn't wear black, that awful color that feels so heavy and sad. I wish they could celebrate the moments we shared, the laughter and the adventures, rather than mourn the absence I would leave behind.
Then my thoughts turn to my parents. I can't help but wonder how they might feel, outliving their only child. The thought of their grief weighs heavily on me, even as I drift further away from the world I know. I can imagine their faces, the sorrow in their eyes, and it tears at something deep within me. I wish I could tell them that I love them, that I'm sorry I couldn't give them more time.
But right now, as the water surrounds us and the surface feels farther away, I find myself letting go of the pain. I feel a strange sense of peace wash over me, knowing that Sean is here, even if our time is cut short. I close my eyes, resting in the warmth of his presence, and allow myself to drift, accepting whatever comes next.
I'm not angry, but a burning sensation spreads through my lungs, a desperate reminder of my need for oxygen. My body reacts instinctively, forcing me to breathe, but all that fills my chest is water. The cold rushes in, heavy and relentless, and I feel the panic rising like a tide, threatening to pull me under completely.
In these last moments, as the world around me blurs, I close my eyes and usher up a silent prayer to anyone willing to listen. It's not a cry for help; it's an expression of love and regret spoken in the confines of my mind, where the chaos of the world cannot reach me.
"Please let my family and friends, and Sean, find peace and happiness," I think, the words echoing softly in the stillness. "Above all else, let them know I'm sorry." The weight of my departure presses down on me, and I wish I could somehow convey my feelings to them. "If I had the choice, I would have chosen to stay." I hope they know that I loved every single one of them! I hope my friends find my half finished self portrait project and finish it. I hope they give it to either my parents or Sean. I hope they read my diary and learn just how much I loved them. I hope they fight over who get my clothes and shoes. I hope my mom can have this necklace that sits on my breasts now the one Sean to gave me. She would absolutely love it's delicate ingravings. I hope Sean can return my body to them. And I hope they return my ashes to the ocean, returning me to him. I hope he can attend my funeral. Maybe in a large tank on wheels. I hope my friends and family don't plane him for this. Most of all I hope he doesn't blame himself. I hope they know just how much they all meant to me.
As the water envelops me, I cling to those final thoughts, hoping they might find a way to wrap around my loved ones like a gentle embrace, a reminder of the love I held for them. I let go of the struggle, surrendering to the inevitability of the moment, and with each passing second, I drift further away, leaving behind the world I once knew.