She stared into my eyes for a full minute before standing up and walking out.
In the distance I could hear the delicious confirmation of the water against metal.
My 16 year old saviour.
I walked to the bathroom and found her sitting fully clothed in the filled bath.
I got in and laid my head in her lap. With her wet hands she took the tears from her own cheeks and drew them on mine.
I know this isn’t how you mean it…. But this is all I have to drown you with. Water, myself and my tears. Close your eyes and don’t open them til you understand that you’re alive.
I closed my eyes and she held me under before I could reply.
The response to part 1 spurred me to write the rest of the story