I remember the day she changed my undead life forever.
Never really liked water. Not after those... terrible... experiences which caused me to become who I am. It feels terrible against my skin, and sends a shiver down my spine. Horrible stuff. I hope I never have to deal with it again.
There was once a time when I had to face my fears. I may be dead but I still get anxious. I wish I could get over it. At least it was worth it.
The day I met her was the worst and best day for me I have experienced. I was at a beach. No clue why. I saw her in the water, just as a glance. I had not realised she was drowning until I heard her screaming. The sound made me cringe. I wanted to help her. Yes. I had to. Even though I was scared, I stripped off my hat and shirt and dived in.
I immediately started panicking. Memories of my childhood flowed back into my mind. All of my fears came to me at once. But I fought everything, and went on. I could not fail at saving someone who might be able to avoid the same fate as I had.
I grabbed onto her and tried my best to hold her head above water. But by then, she had blacked out. I struggled to return to shore with her unconscious body in my arms, but I made it.
I laid her on the sand and looked over her. Poor girl had scratches on her body. Must have been rocks. It took me a few seconds to realise how beautiful she was. But I had to make sure she was still alive. I could not entirely remember how to check a pulse, but I tried. Luckily, she was alive.
When she woke up, all she did was hug me. She must have known. She did not care that that both of us were still dripping in that disgusting, salty water. Even I forgot about it. She distracted me.
Of course, it was at this time that a life guard finally came down, and snatched her away from me. I was not allowed to go with her. I could tell by the expression on her face that she wanted to stay.
But my brother. Oh, my brother. Of course he had to find out about me giving away my secret. My ghost-like self. I broke his deal. But that was before I realised my brother was a maniac. He took me away, back to the Underworld.
At least I got to see her a few years later, after breaking away from my brother. She had grown even more beautiful. And I finally got to talk to her.
I am so glad I have got to know her over time. But the interesting thing is... I think I love her.
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