Maeve
It's a promise and she thinks that it extends to things more than just swimming. "Okay." She says softly, giving him another smile because she does trust him. He's not going to let her go. Not at all. Not now and not ever. Maeve's doing well up until he tries to turn her around and she freezes, muscles locking up, but she takes a breath and forces that cold dread out of her stomach. Her back presses against his chest, leaning back into him heavily for a moment, but that isn't what he means.
His hand presses to the small of her back, hot even in the cool water and she slowly lowers herself back until her toes can't manage to brush the bottom anymore. Maeve's breath picks up and her lips part with a little gasp as water rushes over her shoulders, up around her ears to muffle all other sounds. He supports her weight, not letting her go as he helps her float and she doesn't hesitate to cling to his arm, craning her neck slightly to try to keep her head above water.
His hand presses to the small of her back, hot even in the cool water and she slowly lowers herself back until her toes can't manage to brush the bottom anymore. Maeve's breath picks up and her lips part with a little gasp as water rushes over her shoulders, up around her ears to muffle all other sounds. He supports her weight, not letting her go as he helps her float and she doesn't hesitate to cling to his arm, craning her neck slightly to try to keep her head above water.
If you love me let me go
Cause these words are knives that often leave scars
Cause these words are knives that often leave scars
