i reach out to my lifeline, the angels laugh in paradise
Bart's explanation for his attitude is unsatisfactory, to say the least, but El says nothing about it. At the very least, he seems willing to help. And if he ends up being too mean, El could always just leave. His next words aren't quite so callously delivered, which makes El feel marginally better about the whole thing.
Hands twisting in their shirt, El wades slowly deeper into the water at Bart's instruction. He says the waters are safe, but it doesn't make El feel any less nervous. The water rises to their hips, and they instinctively reach their hands out to steady themselves. One of their hands connects with Bart's forearm, and they grasp it tightly. The current isn't even that strong, but El still fears being carried away by it.
Holding Bart's arm does help, however, and El is able to go even deeper, albeit at a slow pace. Once the water starts rising past their chest, nearly to the shoulders, they stop. "Okay, what now? I told you, I don't know how to swim. And I don't wanna go any deeper."
Hands twisting in their shirt, El wades slowly deeper into the water at Bart's instruction. He says the waters are safe, but it doesn't make El feel any less nervous. The water rises to their hips, and they instinctively reach their hands out to steady themselves. One of their hands connects with Bart's forearm, and they grasp it tightly. The current isn't even that strong, but El still fears being carried away by it.
Holding Bart's arm does help, however, and El is able to go even deeper, albeit at a slow pace. Once the water starts rising past their chest, nearly to the shoulders, they stop. "Okay, what now? I told you, I don't know how to swim. And I don't wanna go any deeper."
they say i am my own lifeline
ELEFTHERIA
