NAVIGATING THE TORNADO

As we tumbled over the waterfall, the cold water hit me like a battering ram. The freezing torrent tore Ethan from my grasp, pulling him away in a split second. I screamed his name, but the roar of the waterfall swallowed my words. I was flung into the wild current, my body twisted and thrown about like a ragdoll. The water was shockingly cold, stinging my skin as it churned around me, dragging me deeper into its embrace. I tried to swim, tried to fight against the crushing force, but it was like trying to swim through concrete. The current was relentless.

The world spun as I was tossed in every direction, the water relentless in its pursuit. I could hardly breathe. My lungs burned from the icy bite of the river, and my heart raced in panic. I had to find Ethan. Where was he? Was he still alive?