One Word: Dead

All of a sudden, she went hysterical as she witnessed the man being swept away by the flood.

''Lu Yi, Lu Yi...''

Just as her mouth swung open, water gushed in rapidly, smothering her with the taste of sand, seawater and her own tears.

Wait, is this supposed to be sea water or river water? Rain water or tears? Why is it so unusually salty?

She loosened her grip, hoping to be washed away by the currents. She fantasized about how liberating it would be if she could be with Lu Yi. But whenever she almost lost herself in her subconscious, a man would appear and urge her to hang on.

''Huanhuan, hold on tight! Don't let go!''

Yet, when she opened her eyes, she was still tied tautly to a pole with the flood at chest level. Apart from the unkind depiction of death by the flood, all she could feel was an endless sense of immeasurable hopelessness, cold, fear and dread.

She clung tightly onto the pole, resting her face against the cold iron.