CHAPTER
2
Connection.
The ache of desperation shot
through him. The instinctual throb of survival drove him as he clutched at the
water and frantically struggled to the surface. With a massive gasp, he filled
his lungs and Crash! The tumbling wall of water cast him into an uncontrollable
spin. After a number of rotations, the bubbling froth spewed him into the
breaking zone. Taking in as much air has he could, he urgently dived. Aiming at
the shore, he cleared the underwater stir and arrived at calm water. Where was
she? Was she even alive? What had just happened?
With
the awareness of yet another set forming, he scanned the break for signs of
her. What should he do? His mind constructed the limited information whilst his
body bawled the need for warmth. Patches of dark red sun reflected on the green
water like poppies on grass. Should he go ashore? If he went to find help, she
could drown. If he didn’t, she could also drown.
After
four strokes to shore, he paused. Why was there no one to tell him what to do? He
was only nineteen, why did things like that keep happening to him? ‘It’ had
happened to his father only six months previously. ‘It’ could happen to anyone.
Had ‘it’ just happened to her?
Marty
wiped his nose, his gut ‘said’ find help – he had to learn to follow his gut and
stop thinking all the time. “Think about not thinking?” he had asked the
councillor.
“Your
endless thinking is what gives you the headaches. You need to find a way to be
in the moment. You can’t spend twenty hours a day staring at a computer screen
to avoid feeling. You need to spend time in reality,” she had said.
The
memory fractured as the new set of waves travelled elegantly towards him. “Bloody
reality!” he muttered. He reached into a lesser wave and body surfed towards
the shore. He needed to find help.
Behind
the wall of water, Marty caught a glimpse of a shadow travelling at the same
rate as the wave. Rotating onto his back, he attempted to gain a better look.
It was gone. As he drew close to the shore, the underwater girl bothered him.
Why wasn’t she frightened? How could she hold her breath for so long?
Consumed
in analysis, Marty waded through the shallows. At first he didn’t notice the
subtle resonation, but the sound intensified and begged attention. He came to a
halt and stood scanning the area. Something was calling but there was nothing
there. Was it the beginnings of another headache? The sound penetrated his mind
and pulsated in his heart. The more he searched, the more the sound circled and
spiralled. Splash! In the distance, a shape broke the surface and disappeared.
He stood squinting at the shifting shapes of the waves and swayed with
dizziness.
The
water became motionless but the resonation remained. To Marty’s left, the girl
rose from the ocean but only revealed her shoulders. She ventured tentatively
closer, smiled in amusement but studied him seductively.
Marty
was transfixed. Her rusty, wet hair contrasted with her pale, clear skin. The
glowing green eyes were stunning! She looked like a pre-Raphaelite painting –
like Ophelia. The bare skin and the curve of her neck hinted at nakedness. Yet
her hair conveniently covered anything obvious. Still he couldn’t help but
gawk.
The girl gazed at him in a
sensual manner with her chin down and a certain glint in her eye.
The resonation pulsated like a
heartbeat.
The radiating love warmed him. He
stepped forwards.
She jerked away.
“I
won’t hurt you,” he said softly.
She remained silent but blinked;
her eyelids moved sideways.
Marty fought a frown but was
inquisitive.
She ventured closer and gazed
into his eyes. The way she looked softened him. With the pounding hum of a
heartbeat, she reached out and touched his hand. A spark of blue light
travelled across the surface of his skin. A tingle of warmth travelled through
his whole body and burst into his heart. With a gasp, he threw his head back
and dropped to his knees in the shallows. He was helpless as the moment
expanded. For the first time in a long time he could ‘truly feel!’
The resonation increased, the
radiation tingled and the rhythm of the ocean overwhelmed him. She had
penetrated the depths of his soul. They were connected.
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