I tried to scream, seeking help out there. But my head was beneath the waters as I was slowly carried deeper into the abyss.

It is early July when my friends and I go to the beach. It is our day off. We also got our pay as well. We enjoy our time with our lovers as we play beach volleyball.

The time comes when the waves arise. We are excited to surf. We have been surfing since high school when we still lived near a beach. We had to move in to the cities for our jobs.

I work as a car salesperson. I don't really get a lot of money out of it but it's worth it. From time to time as I got professional at this job I started earning more money. I've kept two-thirds of them for me and theremaining third sent to my family. I still maintain contact with them even after several years.

We rent the best quality surf boards the beach has offered. While my friends got the girly and pinkish ones and their lovers dark colored, I got a plain one. I'm not a fan of fancy materials or designs as long as the quality is off the charts.

The beach is kind of clear. We can see some schools of fish interacting with the humans as well as beautiful corals and shells worth to keep safe and collect, respectively. There is also a certain species of sharks called nurse sharks. They usually allow humans interact with them. At the very least, that's what I heard from my boss. He's an animal nerd.

We are on the ocean waiting for the waves. A small one comes as one of my friends impatiently rides. She immediately falls over. We jokingly laugh at her as she gets back up. Then her girlfriend starts comforting her and they both act like we insulted them. We then act back to them.

A bigger wave comes. We prepare ourselves. We look at the beautiful wave coming to hit hs with everything it has.

No one noticed, but there is a woman who beneath the wave, going with the flow. I just assume that's she's a diver or swimmer of some sort.

We time with the wave perfectly as we compete to see who has the best balance and skills. Three of my friends fall over as the remaining three surf on.

The feeling is amazing.

The strong wind going against your directions, cooling you with the coolest of weathers, giving you the sense of flight. Surfing is my way out of stress. It has always been my stress reliever. Sadly, compared to the old times, I can only surf once every three months. Surprisingly, I still got the moves.

I am leading our race when someone or something grabs me by my leg. I fall over on that person. I inhaled the water accidentally as I reach out for help. Luckily my lover immediately came. When they got me back on my board, the person diving a while ago is laughing at me.

Who would've thought.

It was my ex.

My spoiled and stubborn ex. She had been jealous of my lover ever...