Running to keep up with you, I stood with my parachute, forlornly drifting away, behind me, in the sky.
My toes felt the water as it rushed forward then back out again. Your head barely visible in the wave. My thoughts began to wander, lost in this, my darkest of day.
How long did I stand there, I do not know? I was not aware of anything around, but the sea. The cords were on my body. One to close. One to release. You had told me in such a rush to leave. I numbly felt around, but could not feel my fingers. Nothing. Nothing, in the whole world mattered now. I did not care.
Wandering, the chute pulling me high. It was now a part of me. Tugging me up on my toes. Pushing me down. Thrashing me around, I almost lost track. It exposed me. Where was I to go, an, how was I to act? With a sigh, I wiped my nose. I pulled, and it shoved me back.