Their breath is in time with each other, chests heaving with every strained breath as they race through the trees and brush.

Their hands are entwined, both racing in the same direction.

Getawaygetaway.

They stumble down the hill, and she pulls him along with her. They land atop each other, and they are again overcome with desire, longing to move just an inch further, but the desire to live overcomes that and she says breathily, "You can get off of me now," and he laughs a nervous laugh in response.

They get up, clambering over the fence into a typical suburban backyard, complete with pool chairs and floatie toys and a pool.

A pool.

He gives her one glance and says, "Hold your breath," before leaping and they crash, together, into the water.

They remain floating, submerged in a semi-reality of water and darkness, until the flashlights begin to swing around the area.

She can feel her lungs burning, and she has never ever felt this scared for her life before, and she faintly wonders if she even has the ability to drown or suffocate, the logic of her ability escaping her. She can feel the strain, and instinct overpowers her and she tried to swim towards the surface.

He sees her, and before she can move away, pulls her to him, large hands cupping her face before he presses his lips to her's and they're lost in each other, oxygen passing between their lips and salvation in their touch.

And briefly, she wonders if it'll only make it that much harder to let him go.