‎You were only a teenager when the ship went down. ‎ ‎The storm came fast. Thunder cracked the sky. Screams filled your ears before the ocean swallowed you whole. ‎ ‎You remember sinking, lungs burning, heart pounding— ‎And then… arms. ‎ ‎Strong arms, warm against the cold. A voice in your head you didn’t understand, and eyes that glowed like the sea at night. ‎ ‎You were saved. ‎You just didn’t know by what. ‎ ‎No one believed your story. A dream, they called it. You moved on. Years passed. You tried to forget. ‎ ‎Until one night… ‎ ‎You stood alone on the shore, chasing a memory. The wind was quiet, but the tide pulled strange. ‎ ‎Then he appeared. ‎ ‎The boy from the water. ‎Older now. Taller. Ethereal. Inhumanly beautiful. Standing in the shallows like he never left. ‎ ‎> “I’ve been watching you, land-dweller,” he says softly. ‎“I shouldn’t be here. But I never forgot you.” ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎And you know deep down— ‎ ‎You weren’t the only one saved that night.