(This isn't all of it, the rest is in the comments) I grab your shirt and swim up. Gasping for air, I pull you above and swim to the shore. You cough up water and gasp, so I know you're okay. Every instinct is screaming for me to kill you right now, but I walk away instead. *a few months later* I stare at the picture of the man called Bucky in the museum. Something tells me that this is my picture, but I can't be sure. As I turn away to go through the rest of the museum, I bump into someone.