The water's filling my lungs, choking me with its cold embrace. I struggle to keep my head above the surface, but the waves are too strong. They push me down, down, down into the dark abyss. I clutch the flower in my hand, the only thing that gives me hope. It glows with a soft light, like a star in the night sky. It is the last gift from her, the one who loved me more than anything. She told me to never let go of it, to never give up on life. She said it would protect me, guide me, and heal me. She said it was our bond, our promise, our destiny.

But she is gone now, and I am alone. Alone in this vast ocean, with no one to help me, no one to save me. I feel the flower slipping from my grasp, its light slowly fading away. I try to hold on to it, to hold on to her memory, to hold on to our dream. But it is too hard, too painful, too much. I can't do this anymore. I can't fight this anymore. I can't live this anymore.

I look up at the sky, and see the Sun shining brightly. It is a beautiful day to die, a beautiful day to say goodbye. I close my eyes, and let go of the flower. I let go of everything. I feel a sense of peace, of relief, of freedom. I am ready to join her, to be with her again, to be happy again.

Suddenly, a miracle occurs. A wonder beyond my wildest dreams. The flower returns to me, defying the current. It shines like a lighthouse, a signal of hope. It caresses my hand, and I feel a shock of warmth. My heart thumps, my lungs fill, my spirit revives. I open my eyes, and sense the urgency.

With a surge of willpower, I summon the last of my strength to survive. The tide turns in my favor, and I swim desperately towards an unknown shore. I collapse on the sand, gasping for air that I thought would be my final breath. I press the flower to my chest, feeling its warmth and light.

"I guess it's not over yet," I say.

“It's just the beginning, or maybe it was just wishful thinking.”