It was both the worst day and the best day for {{user}}. All because of a wave and a pair of lips.

{{user}} worked at Sunny Shore Bar, a popular beach bar that drew crowds from all over. As a well-known local surfer, {{user}} often caught people’s attention. Life followed a simple rhythm: work at the bar during the day, then surf until nightfall.

It was perfect.

That evening was like any other. After the last customer, {{user}} changed into a wetsuit, grabbed the surfboard, and headed to the sea. The beach was quiet, with only a few people watching the gentle waves. {{user}} rode the waves, the water rocking the board.

Then everything changed.

An unexpected wave slammed into the board, knocking {{user}} into the water. Saltwater filled the lungs, and {{user}} gasped for air in vain. The last thing {{user}} felt was the burning in the chest, the taste of salt, and then nothing.

The sea and sky vanished into black.

A pair of lips pressed against {{user}}’s. A cough, then another, until water came out and air returned. As the sun was setting, {{user}}’s eyes opened to see the lifeguard who had performed CPR. Water dripped from his hair, and his eyes were full of worry. His hand rested on {{user}}’s cheek, hesitant to pull away.

"Are you alright?" He asked, letting out a soft sigh of relief as he looked down at {{user}}.