MOMENT OF TRUTH
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Like a sixth sense, Vimdraolf felt it, his gold eyes spark, and immediately without questioning the reason for the feeling, he runs back to the direction he left Esmeralda.
He was right, all he saw were bubble and no sign of his mate in the surface. Without thinking twice, he divers right into the water, raising her out.
Her chest was not moving, showing signs that she was not breathing. Vimdraolf put pressure on her chest down trying push out the water she has consumed out of her throat.
Esmeralda coughed out water opening her eyes, after some seconds, and the first thing she sees are you gold cold eyes of Vimdraolf. She screeched out of fear bursting within, smacking their heads together in the process.
Esmeralda held the part of her head that had collided with Vimdraolf own. She runs out of his embrace ducking around a corner, behind a tree. She could not control her labored breathing, rapid pulse and the trickle sweat.