"Take it easy. I'll catch you, love."

Since young, you had always been paranoid of swimming. You didn't like the feeling of water luring you deeper into its territory, drowning your body with chlorine. Your mother had always wanted you to be athletic, so she decided to sign you up for private swimming lessons.

Right now, in front of you, was your coach holding his arms open with water surounding him until his waist line, awaiting your presence in water as you stood there, hesitating.