As our hands intertwined, a surge of security flooded my being. I confided in you, revealing my vulnerability, my inability to swim. Your comforting words resonated deeply within me, as you made a promise never to let go. Placing my trust in your unwavering support, I clung to that pledge, as a lifevest.
As the waves grew more formidable and ferocious, you encouraged me to hold my breath, assuring me of your steadfast presence by my side. Implicitly relying on your guidance, I navigated the treacherous waters, fully aware that you were my lighthouse. However, in a sudden and unexpected turn of events, you released your grip, and I found myself sinking into the dark abyss, frantically searching for any semblance of salvation. Yet, to my dismay, you turned away, swimming towards the safety of the shore, heedless of my desperate pleas for assistance. The very hand that vowed to be my anchor had vanished, leaving me to fend for myself amidst the unforgiving sea.
In the midst of my descent, when all hope seemed lost, a passing boat emerged, rescuing me from the clutches of imminent peril. Yet, even as I was being pulled to safety, you returned to the shore with a heart filled with malice. In a display of sheer vindictiveness, you callously set fire to the very vessel that had spared my life. Your actions speak volumes about the darkness lurking within you, the cruelty that resides beneath your surface facade. It is only through the compassion and benevolence of strangers who extended their hands without hesitation that I managed to survive that fateful day. The trust I had bestowed upon you, only to be abandoned and left to suffer, will forever be etched in my memory.
Chi semina vento, raccoglie tempesta.
Translation: He who sows wind, reaps a storm.
BORNWAPS 