TWELVE

It was perfect.

The cruise was what she had imagined...

That was how Steve was.

When he attempted at something, he did with all sense of reason and passion.

Everything was perfect... From the bedroom to the dining. It shone with bright lights and the rose petals were everything. It was the type of thing you'd see in the movies or novels.

Then the cruise fell to one side but even if Steve was standing right next to her, he made no move to stop her from falling to the wooden floor.

Then the lights went off

The floor beneath her disappeared and she was sinking into the deep sea

She screamed. "Steve!"

"Steve!!!"

Then she realized.

It wasn't just the sea currents pulling her in. There was a hand pulling her.

"NO!"