Goodbye.

I ran after her as if I could catch her before she fell. Without a second thought, I dove into the water headfirst.

The impact shook through me. I grabbed one sharp breath and plunged beneath the surface, swimming so hard my heartbeat felt like it might punch through my ribs.

I have to get to her.
She cannot leave me.

The darkness pressed in. Then I saw her outline, a red glow pulsing around her like a heartbeat trapped underwater.

Suddenly, pain hit my chest; pain that wasn’t mine.
A breath taken that wasn’t mine.
Water burned down my throat, salty and cold, but my own lungs were still full.

I felt her drowning.
Her last breath echoed inside me.

I swam faster.

No.
No.

They cannot take her.

I reached her just as bubbles slipped from her mouth, as the agony of her final inhale tore through my soul.

No.

I gathered every drop of my magic, holding tight to my love for her. A ball of yellow light ignited the water around us. I shoved it into her chest.

Then I grabbed her, kicking upward with everything I had. My chest tightened, pressure building. I felt my oath breaking completely; a tearing sensation like fire beneath my ribs. It burned like I was being seared from the inside out.

I was seconds from losing my breath when she opened her eyes.

One eye was brown;  the color that held my entire heart.
The other bright turquoise; unmistakably Kathera.

My blood ran cold.

She looked at me, winked, a smile growing on her face, and reached upward.
A sudden explosion of wind carved through the water. A tunnel formed around us, letting me cough and gasp in air that wasn’t supposed to exist this deep.

She lifted us.
We rose on a column of spiraling wind until we hovered high above where the others stood.

“We can come down now, Sahora,” I managed, my lungs shaking with relief.

“Not yet.” Her voice carried two tones: Sahora and something older. Kathera. The wind surged, and we spun inside the eye of a storm she commanded.

“I told you not to break your oath,” she said, stern and calm.

I met her gaze, mismatched eyes meeting mine.

“And I told you that you do not get to choose.”

She cracked a smile and pulled my arms around her. I wrapped her in them greedily.

Looking into her mismatched eyes, I leaned in slowly, painfully, closing the space between us.

She drew in a soft breath, then moved closer and pressed her lips to mine.

I held her tighter as the storm rose around us, carrying us in the whirlwind she had created.

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