i reach out to my lifeline, the angels laugh in paradise
El is jolted out of their thoughts by a voice, one that sounds low and concerned. They look up from their feet to see a man in the water, up to his chest in it. He isn't too far away from them, so they supposed the water got much deeper much quicker than El had expected. Perhaps it hadn't been such a good idea to teach themself to swim.
"I'm fine, thanks for asking," they say in response, intending to leave it at that. Then they think about the man, who is completely at ease where he is, and looks as if he's going to swim away. A flash of jealousy sparks in El at the way he seems so comfortable in the water, and they decide that vulnerability is the only way to get what they want in this situation.
"Actually, I was trying to summon the courage to teach myself to swim. I thought, it can't be so hard, right? But now that I'm here..." I'm scared, they don't say. They don't want to finish their sentence, and unless the man is completely oblivious, they don't think they have to.
"I'm fine, thanks for asking," they say in response, intending to leave it at that. Then they think about the man, who is completely at ease where he is, and looks as if he's going to swim away. A flash of jealousy sparks in El at the way he seems so comfortable in the water, and they decide that vulnerability is the only way to get what they want in this situation.
"Actually, I was trying to summon the courage to teach myself to swim. I thought, it can't be so hard, right? But now that I'm here..." I'm scared, they don't say. They don't want to finish their sentence, and unless the man is completely oblivious, they don't think they have to.
they say i am my own lifeline
ELEFTHERIA
