The salty liquid engulfed me until my head dipped below the surface. Screams of terror only released desperate strokes of bubbles and they lazily drifted upwards. My lungs scorched, pleading for air, but I cherished the beautiful color of the sea. Beryl, it perfectly matched my maillot.
It was a elegant hue to be surrounded with when I die. My lungs were searing now with pain. I was out of time, so I let myself elegantly decline from the surface. The torture subsided and all I saw was my swimsuit melting with the colors of the sea as I drowned.
Author Notes: My first 100 word story. Please review!