It slips from me.

Your line, cast in the water. You feel the tugs, its like you caught something.
Something you wont let go. Only, at the same time, it pulls you in, under. You
don’t even notice.

Somehow you are both breathing, alive in each others worlds. Both cast, both reeled in.

Both caught.

One day, the line snaps. You find yourself shivering, wet, on the shore. You
try to go back, your lungs fill with water. Gasping for air, choking. You
strive, you push on. Darkness surrounds. Red appears in your peripheral.

You see a glimmer in the murkiness. You reach out. They dart away.

Still you stay.

You don’t need air, not anymore. You float at the top, head trained down,
looking for a sign, the glimmer. Only greeted by your reflection. You send out a line, catch a small fish every now and again. You gently untangle them, caress, and help them. Release them back, stronger.

You hope you at least did that before they got away.

You don’t even know anymore.