"Does this feel real enough?" He grabbed my face delicately in his hands, the rain runs down our foreheads to where our lips meet, each of us tasting the cold drops.
Sparks flew in every direction, but instead of detracting from the intensity of th...
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Kennedy's P.O.V
MY BODY HAS frozen in fear. Flashes of Sam and my father play through my mind. I know exactly what do to in a situation like this, ever since I first surfed. Sage and I were reminded non-stop of what to do if we got lost in a wave, saw a shark, or got attacked by one.
I know what to do, but I can't do it. The shark slowly swims towards me, disappearing then re' appearing again. This is the longest I've held my breath underwater for, my lungs screaming for oxygen.
Muffled noises get lost in the deep blue.
Caiden.
Caiden doesn't know about the shark.
I break through the water and engulf large sums of air. "Kennedy?! Oh my god," Caiden wraps me in a hug. "I thought I'd drowned you."
I shake my head and pull him towards the beach, "Sh-shark."
His face pales. "Where?"
I point to where we just came from. Then I feel a slippery surface against my calves and ankles.
I hold my breath, waiting for the moment where it pulls me under. But it never comes.
Seaweed?
Caiden dives under and I see a blurry image of him looking around.
Once he surfaces again I grab his arms and again pull him towards the shore.
"Kennedy," He pulls me back. "Kennedy stop,"
"No, no we have to get to the shore."
Caiden holds me close to him forcing me to look at him, "There's no shark Kennedy."
I furrow my brows, "Yes there is, I saw it."
He looks deeply into my eyes, "What you saw was a figure of your own imagination."
Why the fuck did he just sound so smart.
I shake my head furiously and look over at the vast blue. "I saw it Caiden, I. Saw. It."
My eyes brim with tears, as I think of my father. I never asked him if he saw it. If he tried to swim away from it.
I wasn't there at the time, I wish I could've been, could've helped Sam, maybe even gone in there instead of him.
"He knew it was shark season, he knew it Caiden. Why did he go?" I sniff.
He watches me. Listening intently.
"If he hadn't been at the beach, he wouldn't have lost his legs and-and I wouldn't have to surf alone, it could still be like old times."
The tears now spill, mixing on my cheeks with the ocean water.
"Sam wouldn't have died. He died because of my father, I lost my fucking best friend because of my stupid fucking father."
Caiden hugs me close and I rest my head on his bare chest. "God I hate crying."
