Rebirth Into My Second Chance

Chapter 208

Hand in hand, we strolled along the beach, the vastness of waves crashing against the shore and the salty sea breeze brushing against our faces enveloping us in its embrace. "Max, can you swim?" Before he could even respond, I playfully pushed him into the ocean.

But in that moment he fell, he grabbed my hand, pulling me into the waves with him.

I couldn't swim, struggling and swallowing mouthfuls of seawater until he pulled me up, "Trying to play tricks on me?"

I shook my head, it was just a jest.

"Wanna try surfing?" Max suggested just as Helen came running over with a surfboard in hand.

"I can't," I replied, touching the salty residue on my face. But as I stood there with my feet soaked in the seawater, it felt like all the pressure in my heart was washing away. "Surfing's an adrenaline rush, one way I de-stress. I'll teach you."

Saying so, he led me into the sea, and onto the surfboard. Clinging onto him in fear initially, I soon realized he had everything under control.

The bigger the wave, the more thrilling the ride.

From fear to joy, riding with and against the waves, it was an experience of letting go and freeing one's mind.

"Got the hang of it?"

"No, I can't swim. I'm too scared to do

to

how to swim. I remembered wanting to help during a flood, but the overwhelming waters had me too scared

out on it, saying he'd teach

discovered new facets of myself, learning

to believe in my best self, and to

"Max, thank you."

each other, reveling in a moment of pure

I thank you too. Tracey was

myself to learn how to communicate, to handle various social interactions. I figured the only way I could get you out of the orphanage was by becoming stronger. But by the time I was ready, the orphanage had changed, and you had vanished. When I

seawater, I tiptoed, pulling his face closer and kissed him,

He was my band-aid.

I was his

were to heal and save

sea and the sweetness of our bond, we indulged freely in

to wake up in dry clothes, lying quietly in the grand Hilton family mansion. Opening my eyes, my mind was set on becoming a better version of

Closing them, my thoughts

their lost homes, and the medical conditions of those

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