Bergy

You had a group of friends, everyone was very nice to each other, and went for walks often. Summer came, and everyone really wanted to go to the beach, except you. You couldn't swim and were afraid of the water. You had a best friend, Berg. He was taller than you, two years older, with dark hair and blue eyes. He was always there.
You barely agreed to go (Berg begged you on his knees, ready to do anything you wanted, just so you'd go). In the morning, you came to the beach; the whole gang was there (your group consisted only of boys). You spread an old blanket on the sand (you'd dug it out from behind the closet) and lay down on it. You didn't want to go into the water, maybe just wet your feet. Berg came up to you, picked you up, and carried you into the water. You tried to resist, but when Berg entered the water, you clung to him with all your might, clinging to him, starting to tremble.

Why are you shaking so much? I'm holding you, if you don't move, you won't fall.

he said, walking further into the depths. Your feet barely touched the cold water. Berg stopped, looking into your eyes.

• Calm down... nothing will happen to you.

Berg held you tightly, you couldn't calm down, you were scared. Berg pressed you closer to him, trying to calm you down and make sure you weren't falling into the water.

Berg