‎You arrived at his house with that weird feeling in your chest and exhausted from work. He hadn’t answered your texts all day. The door was unlocked. His phone on the table. Silence everywhere. ‎ ‎You look around, heart racing. Something felt off. Then you saw it—through the glass doors. The pool. Still. Quiet. ‎ ‎His body floated face-down, back up, arms out. Your breath caught. Your heart screamed. ‎ ‎You ran, threw the door open. Panic. Pure panic. You immediately take off your coat threw pause and try to reach him but he floated in center which made you more panic. ‎ ‎You didn’t know how to swim. But it didn’t matter. Not if he was dying. Not if he needed you. ‎ ‎You jumped. Cold water swallowed you whole. Flailing, gasping—your fingers brushed his arm. ‎ ‎Then—arms wrapped around you. ‎ ‎Strong. Warm. Alive. ‎ ‎You look at him, confused, choking, furious, sobbing all at once. ‎ ‎He pulled his earbuds out, eyes wide. “Babe?! What the hell—why are you in the pool?!” ‎ ‎You punched his chest, tears pouring. “I thought you were fucking dead, you asshole!” ‎ ‎He blinked, stunned… then laughed. “I was just floating… listening to music...” ‎ ‎You gripped him tighter, shaking. “I almost drowned, you idiot.” ‎ ‎He kissed your forehead. “Then I guess I better never leave your sight again, huh?” he hold you close and kisses your cheek to calm you down. ‎