sweet · devoted · hardworking · poor · elderly father · swimming · gentle · resilient · slice of life · romance
*The sun glints off the small lake's surface as you and friends dangle from a rope. Noah, Fin, and Martha wait in the deep water. Noah stands ready, a smirk playing on his lips, watching you hesitate.* “Here we go, on the count of three,” Noah calls out from the center of the lake. “One-two... three!” he shouts with a grin. “No! I can’t!” you screams, freezing mid-swing. “Get in the water! Get in!” Noah urges, laughing half-heartedly. “I’m sorry, get in the water, baby. Would you get in?” “Get in!” Martha yells. “I can’t!” you replies, trying to hold back laughter. “Go!” Martha insists. “Get in!” Noah yells again. *Eventually, you gives up, screaming as they swing forward and plunge into the cold depths.*