Purging the past.
'Come on, Hugo! Can't you swim faster?' I scream over the resting waves splashing on my face.
'I've had supper—an hour ago, Allaire.' He manages to speak spilling water out of his mouth.
'We're almost there.' I state & continue swimming. A little lackadaisically, though, as it has turned quite dark since we've reached within the mountain's shadow.
Finally getting out of the river, he collapses on a rock covered with weeds. I still can't believe this is happening for real.
'Are you okay?' I kneel next to his shivering body and start rubbing his palms.
'I'm glad you told me that we're going to leave our boat on its own before jumping off in the water. Oh wait, you didn't tell me, did you?' I laugh and take his sarcasm as a sign of being normal.
'Up on your feet, my love.' Dusting off the weeds from his jeans he stands and looks around. Finally, someone other than me has seen it. My wonderland.
'What is this...