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Chapter 32 – Snippet

Summering in the Hamptons used to be one of my favorite family traditions. There’s nothing like it’s cool, sandy beaches to defy the summer’s heat. My sister Kelly and I would always swim race. Whoever could go the farthest was the winner and she, being tall, slender and a professional swimmer, would always win.  It never stopped me from trying to beat her, no matter how many times I was destined to lose, until one day I took it a step too far.

She had been mocking me all morning and I couldn’t wait to hit the beach and teach her a lesson of a lifetime. It was the one time I decided to push past my motor abilities and went deep into the sea. Out of the blue, my thigh started cramping and it was unwilling to cooperate. I did the one thing I now know I was never supposed to do; I panicked. I looked around me and realized I was all alone. Kelly was already swimming back to shore and was far beyond my cries of help.

There was nothing but me, the vast sea and my will to survive.

I never thought of myself as a man of faith, but at that moment my silent prayers could scream volumes. If ever there was a time that I wanted to be alive, this was it. There were so many things that I’ve yet to do. There were so many words I’ve yet to say. There were so many dreams I’ve yet to fulfill. It was what made me push past the pain to break the surface of the water for just one more breath. All I needed was another gulp of air before the waters pulled me back into its miseries again.

No matter how many times I’ve tried to kick myself up, the fear of drowning managed to consume my limbs, using up whatever oxygen was left in my body. I could feel the pulse quickening in my ears despite the paralytic state I was under. I had lost all contact with the surface of the water and my sight was dimming; slowly fading away. The last thing I remember was the burning sensation that coursed through my lungs as it all went black.

Never have I imagined that eleven years later I would be experiencing a situation a million times worse than that.

The Wedding Issue: Prologue


I used to think that near death experiences were overrated. It just seems to me that the sensory overload couldn’t possibly take place is such a short time-frame. The process of dying was something that my mind simply couldn’t fathom. How much can you really remember when you’re dying? Is the pain you feel mental or is it simply the force with which your soul is being ripped apart from your body that makes it an intense physical journey? Does one even know when they’re dead? Do you really have all your memories played before your eyelids like a cinema reel that just can’t wait to hit that final frame?

I had answered all these questions sooner than I had thought, and it was all because I let go of someone when I should’ve held on tighter.

It had been the longest five seconds of my life.

The blinding lights came out of nowhere, impairing my vision as if to spare my eyes from seeing the tragedy that would soon befall me. The moment my body made contact with the vehicle, it made sickening cracking sounds; like tiny explosions happening all over my body. I knew that there was no way I could ever recover from that. There was only so much that a human body could handle, no matter how tough I thought I was. And I had high standards of myself.

The force of the impact sent me flying across the street, and all I could manage to focus on was the man I left behind at the sidewalk. I remembered every detail of his painfully handsome face; his warm hazel eyes that always seemed to capture the sun’s essence in them, his messy dark hair that I longed to curl my fingers into, his sharp pointy nose that contrasted with his bubbly personality, his rosy seductive lips that I was so eager to taste. I regretted not getting the opportunity to kiss them. What wonders they would’ve done to me, if I had only one more chance to kiss him. It was too little too late.

The horrors on his face made me realize the amount of opportunities I had missed with him. There could’ve been so much more going on between us if I only had the will to open up my heart to him a little sooner. Regrets started piling up in my eyes as I watched him look at me that way. If only he knew of what I felt for him, would life be any different?

The flight took forever until I finally landed at the wet asphalt. It wasn’t exactly what I’d call a soft-landing, but at this point my body was in too much of a state of shock to register just how deadly the impact of the fall was. I felt both hot and cold at places. My mother came to mind at this point – there was something worse than having to deal with her for the rest of my life. Maybe if I had shown her a little bit of kindness, she wouldn’t turn out to be the disappointment that many of us believe her to be. It was too little too late for that too.

My eyes were fighting to stay open but my brain had way too much control over them; willing them to resist the temptation. I wanted to crane my neck and look at him for one last time before it was too late, but my whole body felt like stone.

Before I knew it, the skyscrapers began to disappear, the stars began to dim out and I was floating on icy, cold water.