LIAM
It's not that we don't talk
He waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Just as Liam was nearing the point where he would grab Maea and drag her out, he felt something in the currents ahead shift. A lighter shade of black pulsed where he assumed Maea's hair was pushed aside by the water, and she began to move forward once more. On her heels, Liam pressed on. His lungs, too, were burning, but at least he had the cloud manta crystal to fall back on. Maea didn't have that luxury.
Something shifted in the water ahead, and Liam realized that it was Maea. There must be light ahead, if he could see her silhouette against the darkness. Perhaps that meant that this was the last big push. With that in mind, Liam continued to pull himself along, kicking his legs to keep close enough to Maea to be able to help if something went wrong.
And waited.
And waited.
Just as Liam was nearing the point where he would grab Maea and drag her out, he felt something in the currents ahead shift. A lighter shade of black pulsed where he assumed Maea's hair was pushed aside by the water, and she began to move forward once more. On her heels, Liam pressed on. His lungs, too, were burning, but at least he had the cloud manta crystal to fall back on. Maea didn't have that luxury.
Something shifted in the water ahead, and Liam realized that it was Maea. There must be light ahead, if he could see her silhouette against the darkness. Perhaps that meant that this was the last big push. With that in mind, Liam continued to pull himself along, kicking his legs to keep close enough to Maea to be able to help if something went wrong.
It's just no one really listens and honesty fades
