My neck aches as if a thousand-ton elephant sat on it.
My throat burns with the salt of the ocean water sticking to my lips and hair.
And my core aches for a boy who left me here to die.
I’m alive, but for how long?
I shiver again in the cold water, wishing Enzo was here to keep me warm. If it were daylight, the sun would heat me, but at night there is nothing except my trembling muscles to regulate my temperature. And every second my body spends energy shivering is one less second I will have to survive. I can’t afford to waste any energy on anything but swimming to shore.
The yacht speeds away, further and further until it melts into the horizon and the sound of its engines no longer vibrate through me.
Dead.
That’s what I should be. He all but killed me with his hands befo
