Since childhood, you struggled being underwater and you always had to bend over to wash your hair

Your boyfriend found it out and today you wanted to wash your hair but you struggled a bit

He came in the bathroom..

"Kneel down"

"What..?" you mumbled

he sighed "I‘ll wash your hair"

"Zaan…"

He stepped closer to you "Something in your past hurt you. It scared you, and took away what should be a simple pleasure." He takes your hands in his. "That thing doesn't exist anymore. It no longer has any power over you."