Almost Goodbye

"Si Jaime nalulunod!", I shouted at my comrades after seeing him drowning, terrified and gasping for breath. My comrades ignored my plead for help, probably thinking that if it was Jaime that was drowning and I was the one pleading for help then definitely that's nothing but a big joke. So, they shrugged their shoulders and continued with what they were doing as if they didn't hear me. It's down to me I guess, I told myself. And this guy, Jaime, calls himself kal el? Anyway, being the guy nearest him and the only one who really knew that he was drowning, without further thoughts I immediately rushed to his rescue. Just when I was getting near him, he immediately climbed behind my back and clung himself up on me. "What the f!" I told him, but he probably didn't even hear me because fatigue has already taken it's toll on him. I might be taller than him, but he's definitely heavier than I. I asked him to loosen up his grasp because I cannot swim properly because he was preventing any movements from my arms but he still didn't hear me. "Is this guy trying to get us both killed?", I asked myself. I tried swimming using my legs and a little help from my hands helped as well. With him on my back and preventing me to use my arms, I was not able to go far. My legs were tired and inch by inch I felt we were sinking and I had my full of seawater as well. My thoughts then were blank except for the fact that I know that we we're both gonna die there-- and my other comrades still had no idea that we were drowning. I then realized that that's how jackass Jaime and I were.

Anyway just when I had almost lost all hope, although I wasn't ready to die yet, I pleaded Him for help. Then we started sinking. That time everything went as if in slow motion. I was trying to pull myself up so I can breathe, but Jaime's weight was pushing me down. So I closed my eyes and then we started sinking as if our bodies were made of lead. After a few seconds I felt my toes touched the ground. I was given hope. So, tip-toed I walked towards the shore fighting the current underneath, while carrying Jaime at my back until I can finally stand. We were saved. Jaime finally let go of my arms. How I wish he could've done that earlier so we no longer had to undergo the trauma we felt. When we reached the shore both our legs we're shaking and we both couldn't even stand. We were both so exhausted that all we could do was to stare at each other's knees and watched how they shook involuntarily.

Maybe that's the reason why I never liked the beach compared to how I used like it before. Anyway, I don't know what could've happened if I didn't asked God for help. He really still loves us, Jaime and I, despite our cleverness. And He loves you too.

And our comrades? They didn't even know what happened until after we told them during dinner time. Such sweet and sensitive and caring comrades we have. Haha!