Blending in

DON'S POV

The shore was a distant promise as I fought against the heavy current, Accalia's weight was like a constant reminder of my failure to protect her. Every stroke I made was a battle and every breath I took was a victory, but the sea was relentless.

Then, darkness took over me and exhaustion claimed my consciousness like a debt that was long overdue.

I woke up coughing and spluttering, the gritty sand beneath me was both a discomfort and a relief. The vast sea raged a few feet away, indifferent to the drama it had hosted. Panic sliced through the fog in my brain. Accalia!

Turning frantically, I found her lying motionless beside me. My heart stopped. No, no, no, this couldn’t be happening. Scrambling to her side, I checked for a pulse, for any sign of life. She was cold, so very cold.

"Accalia!" The panic in my voice matched the fear gripping my heart. She was beautiful, even in unconsciousness, her chest barely moving.

"Accalia, come on. You have to wake up," I whispered, my v