She dove into a sea of tears, with the riptide pulling her further. Gasping for air, she reached at the hollow air- She clamped on with hope, yet she sunk like a ship.
As her lungs filled with the cool, refreshing, saltwater- she closed her eyes.
She was calm.
Serenity was the only option, at the point of no return.
She inhaled deep, and the pressure was intense,
But she felt as if she was breathing the purest, summer air.
A face appeared, a familiar one,
That of an angelic addiction.
She smiled, and the face smiled back.
Whispers danced through the bitter cold, yet comforting sea.
Would this all be just a dream?
Or a fatal reality?
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