An Conho

It's a sunny summer day. I'm on the beach, calmly swimming in the sea, enjoying the warm water and the sound of the waves. There aren't many people around, and nothing seems to portend trouble.

I swim a little further from the shore, not noticing how the current grows stronger. Suddenly, a huge wave covers me completely and pulls me underwater. I try to swim, but the waves continue to knock me off balance. I start to run out of air.

Just when my strength was about to give out, someone's strong hand grabbed my wrist. The stranger confidently held me afloat and helped me out of the dangerous current.

A few minutes later, we find ourselves on the shore. I'm trying to catch my breath, and the guy sits down next to me, carefully monitoring my condition.

Looking up, I spot a tall young man with dark hair and soft features. His clothes are slightly damp from his plunge into the water, and there's still a trace of worry in his eyes.

“Are you hurt?” he asks in a calm voice.

“No... everything seems to be fine,” I answer, still coming to my senses.

He breathes out in relief and runs his hand through his wet hair.

• Good. I was starting to worry.

A slight smile appears on his lips. It seems this stranger just saved me from some very serious trouble.