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adrianisa kamila
Jul 26, 2017 · 1 min read

He drowned. It was cold. His surrounding was darkness.

His skin felt water but his lungs didn’t. There was no suffocating, there’s no choking, he breathed fine. There were bubbles of air coming from his nose and mouth, went up to the surface, in contrast to himself who was going down. Deeper and deeper. He didn’t know when would his body finally lay. He didn’t know what would happen after this.

He looked up and he saw specks of light. Like a constellation. Like glass shards reflecting the sun’s shine. Like the smile of those people.

They were watching over him.

He smiled, still falling down. Of course. Of course they were still watching over him.

After all, he was underwater, but he was breathing. He was alive.

adrianisa kamila

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