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Saving The Late

She glided across the sea to Lily. But, the further she swam, the farther she appeared. As her strength began to wane, she felt a hand around her trunk, pulling her away from the direction she had seen her.

She felt the darting spasm from within her heart as her little girl kept calling. She opposed the pull feebly before yielding. Her tears dropped and mingled with the vast blue sea.

As Mark dropped her by the shore and panted, she sobbed. He took her further away from the sea and stood to look at her messed up frame.

“I couldn’t rescue her again. It’s all your fault. Why do you hate her so much to watch her drown?She asked him as the sharp pain lingered, this time piercing through her heart to her very soul.

“Can’t believe we’re doing this again,” Mark said. It’s obvious he’s fed up.

“I saw her again. Believe me. I saw her, a few minutes ago. She wore the same….” She paused to look at him. “You don’t believe me? You don’t believe me, right? Do you think I’m hallucinating? As usual? You think I’m still being delusional?”

“Honey, she’s no more. Lily isn’t out there. She’s resting now. I don’t want to lose you too. Please stop this.”

“No. No. No. Don’t say that ever again. She didn’t….. She’s alive.” she sobbed

“I know she’s living in heaven. We’ll definitely meet her again someday. But for now, please, live. I need you.”

“No. Not heaven. I didn’t mean heaven. I meant she’s somewhere in the sea, calling for help. Help me save her. That’s not too much to ask.”

“She’d gone since thirteen months for heaven’s sake. For how long are we going to go over this? When will you stop? I’m getting tired of keeping you away from drowning each day.”

“All I need from you right now is to believe me when I say she’s alive,”

Tears rose to his eyes and he sat down on the beach close to her, helpless.

Lily was four at the time. Full of life, very cute and smart – their pride.

It happened the day a friend invited them out for a beach picnic. After eating, they all chatted and played. Lily was building a sand castle close to where they were. He was supposed to keep an eye on her. Grace had always trusted him so much because he was always careful whenever they were out at the beach.

Somehow they all got carried away and within a few minutes, Lily was missing. They searched and searched until her body was found floating on the sea.

They were all devastated by the terrible occurrence and the family and friends mourned for her.

A month after Lily’s burial, everyone had gone back to their normal life and everything was going well until Grace woke up one midnight and asked him for the car keys.

Unconsciously he showed her where it was but somehow looked at the alarm clock on the side table.

It was from 1:47 am.

He jumped up to his feet by intuition before she could drive away. She was too fast but he was fortunate enough to get his smart frame into the car.

She drove. Very fast.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

“I need to save her.” She said speeding up the more.

“Save who?” He shouted in confusion. He was very nervous and yet to understand what was happening.

“Lily,” she said and he looked at her e even more confused. She looked like hell.

At the sea, Grace stepped out of the car before he could unlock his jammed door. She had already jumped into the cold water swimming across by the time he stepped out, her voice echoed as she assured Lily she would soon save her.

He swam fast and caught her by her trunk and dragged her out of the water. She blamed him vehemently for stopping her.

It pained him to think that Grace had lost it. But that’s just the fact.

“There she’s again.” she got up. “Can you see her? She’s calling! Do something honey! Please do something to help her. Save her. Save my baby. Save my ba…” she screamed.

He struggled with her to stop her from running into the sea again but she was too strong like some enormous force was behind her, she swam, deeper, he followed.

She disappeared into the sea before he could reach her. He waited as he scanned the vast sea.

Mark saw her struggling for life and swam fast to rescued her. At the shore, he put her in the car and drove straight to psychiatric hospital.

It was 5;15 am when they arrived at the hospital.

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“Go save Lily! Go save my daughter. She’s calling. I dont want to ever see you again until you bring her to me.” she would always sob and scream at him completely overcome by hysteria.

“What do I do doctor?” he asked the doctor one day when it seemed like she was not improving.

“Nothing. Let’s wait and hope she gets well. I believe she’ll be fine.” The doctor said as they both watched her through a secret see-through.

“Is there any place in this world where there are no water bodies?” Mark asked, absent minded.

The doctor kept quite but thoughtful.

“I would like to take her there, away from the sea when she gets well.”

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    • Thanks so much. I’m glad you liked it. And as you rightly said, every man lives with pain – that’s exactly what shapes man and makes him stronger. Thanks for taking your time to read through and for commenting.

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  1. Wow! Great story. Great writing!
    I know the pain of losing a child. It is the greatest struggle for a parent to find meaning in life afterward. For me, I chose to live each day with purpose for the sake of my late son. Yet, he is always, always on my mind. I work hard to focus on the gift of having had him in my life rather than focus on the grief.

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    • Thanks very much for your kind words. I’m truly touched by your loss. Such memory is indelible. I’m completely calmed by the fact that you found a way to get rid of the grief. May his soul continue to rest in peace.❤
      Thanks for sharing your experience.

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