"Don't cry, sweetheart! Get on my back, I can carry you! Remember, if we escape, we escape together. If we can't, even in death we'll be together!"
She looked up, her small face staring at his indistinct features.
Suddenly it felt like this was the man she had loved the most.
His rough fingers gently wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes, and only then did she stop crying and nodded vigorously.
He turned around and crouched down in front of her, holding her with one hand, "Can you stand up?"
"Yes, I can..."
She fumbled around, slowly climbing onto his back.
His back was much broader than she imagined, his clothes were all wet, drenched with the smell of the sea.
"Hold onto my neck, hold tight!"
"Yes, okay!"
She responded in a soft, tender voice, like a little girl, and tightly embraced his neck.
He exerted force and slowly stood up.
At this moment, she sensed something wasn't quite right with him.
As he straightened his body, he paused slightly.
