Please rip this apart, its spur of the moment type thing.

All I can feel is the cool sand between my toes and his hand on the small of my back. The camp fire glow is still behind us, I know that, I if they’ve noticed we have gone. No, probably not, they’re to drunk to notice anything.

The sea is cold but he is warm so I will hold him closer.

We’re wadding in the sea submerged up to our waste, the fire is reflecting of the glittery surface of the water.

He is leaning closer I can feel him breathing on my neck, he kisses my neck.

“You’re going to die tonight April,” He says to my open throat, “are you scared?”

The water is cold.

I can feel his tender lips moving towards my mouth. Kiss me before I die, I can’t stop thinking, kiss me before I die.

The cold water is over my face but his lips are on mine so I’m ok, he’s kissing me before I die.

“Are you ready to die?” he asks me.

All I can see is his eyes, so pure, so blue, never-ending eyes.

“Yes,” I reply but all there is now is air bubbles, water fills my mouth. I can’t see his eyes and the warmth of his body is gone.

He left me alone to die.

All I feel now is the water rushing past me, silver flashes of fish scales fly past me.

Everything has gone black and the fish are gone.