Leyla

Her body drifted slowly through the depths of the green sea, steadily sinking lower and lower. Bubbles escaped her lips, desperate to reach the surface, as once their host had been. Her strawberry blonde hair splayed out, surrounded her face, made her look ethereal. An angel floating through the heavens, white dress gently swaying. She was to be no more, yet he kept swimming towards her. His desperate strokes would have long since tired him out, if it weren't for the rush of adrenaline that percoursed him. His chest ached, and the pressure had long since popped his ears. But he was not to be denied. Finally, mercifully, he managed to reach out and stop her in mid-journey, grabbing her slight wrist. He pulled her up, putting an arm around her wasp-like waist, and started swimming up, black already surrounding the edges of his eyesight. Air had never tasted so sweet, when he gasped it in. Without stopping too long, he swam quickly to the shore, making sure to avoid the pier. There, he dragged Leyla's dead body, and laid it on the moist sand. He touched her blue lips, checked for a pulse on both her neck and wrist...nothing. She was gone. His tears where the first of a lifetime that had seen no childhood. The crying was clumsy: he did not know what to do, what was happening to him, why his eyes were leaking in such an unmanly way. But overall, he did not know what would happen now: how could he live without his beautiful Leyla? He hugged her form, holding her to his chest, adding more salt water to her hair. That's when the explosion happened. The earth seemed to shudder to it's very core with the force of it, and he saw that the pier was now on fire, people - or what looked like people- dotting the water beneath it. Screams reached him, and he knew that he had to leave, lest he be found. It was with strong arms that he carried his beloved away, running for the canopy and safety of the forest.