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Love Ship

Its cold, I am trying to breathe, but every gulp of air I breathe is followed by a sudden gush of water. How did I get here? What exactly happened? Is this a dream?
The sun was shining. The smell of the salty ocean. The sound of the waves beating on the coral reefs. I was looking forward to our trip. I had planned it for months as a way of trying to build a connection with her.
She did not talk, she just stared blankly as I parked the car.
"Listen, am sorry. I was hoping this trip would allow us to patch up and think about us." She did not even flinch. I swallowed a huge load of saliva as I opened my door and went to the boot to remove our bags.
She continued her daze, I almost felt like she had become a zombie. I wanted us to have fun, but I predicted a gloomy vacation. I wished we could turn back and forget everything. My mom was the one who advised me to organize the trip. Nothing can beat a mother's instinct.
She got out of the car, dragging her feet and opened the backdoor to pick up her bag.
"If you want we can go back."
She still ignored me as she went to the gate. I closed the boot and dragged our luggage, gave the guard our tickets and we proceeded to our room.
The ship roared and with reassurance from the captain, the ship set sail.
She left and went outside as I arranged my things in the drawer. I called my mom and told her of the long 15 hour trip of silence and the zombie mode she had adopted.
"Take heart. She just wants attention. Relax, she will come through. She loves you, she just has problems expressing it."
I put my phone down and started flashbacks of our first meetings and our cupcake stage (when love is at its highest). I smiled at myself, but I turned sour remembering the current events.
I could not believe she was capable of being cold-hearted. Everyone had insisted I should not break up with her. My problem came in at the fact she was not apologetic and she became more distant.
I felt like I was in the relationship alone, she was only present physically.
All of a sudden there was a big boom. The boat rocked forward and I was thrown off and hit my head. I tried recollecting myself, but a second boom and I was knocked unconscious.
I woke up to find water had filled my room. I staggered outside and tried locating her. All I saw was blurred images of people rushing to life boats while others jumped into the roaring ocean. They were few people meaning others had already escaped and I had been knocked out for a long while.
I felt dizzy as blood trickled  across my head. I called her name. She did not answer.
The ship was half submerged by now and I had lost hope, knowing to well she had saved herself.
My phone vibrated. "Halo mom...i tried mom, am sorry. Say goodbye to dad and the rest." With that I tossed my phone into the ocean. I looked up to the sky and waited. I closed my eyes and listened to the gentle breeze

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