Who’s more afraid now — her, the one who almost drowned, or him, the one who saved her?
No one knows why he was alone on that beach. No one knows why he dove in without thinking twice.
He pulled her from the sea. He let her breathe. And when she opened her eyes and looked at him… he pulled back as if he’d seen her soul. 🌊
Marcos shouldn’t have been on that beach.
It was Tuesday, he had class, his mother had been calling him for an hour. But something had drawn him there — that strange feeling in his chest he couldn’t explain.
When he saw the yellow flash among the waves, he didn’t think. His feet were already running.
The water was freezing. The rocks, brutal. But he pulled her out.
The girl coughed, spat out salt water, opened her eyes. And Marcos froze.
He knew her. Not from seeing her — he’d never seen her before. He knew her from somewhere else. From another moment. From a dream he’d had since he was seven, one he always woke up from crying.
She stared straight at him and said, in a voice like water: “I knew you’d come.”
Marcos let go of her shoulders. He stood up. And he ran.
But she already had his name written on the palm of her hand.
