Kyva could scarcely comprehend her situation. The pond was not deep, yet the sudden loss of balance beneath her feet, combined with the shock of being plunged into the water, had driven her to reach for him without thought.
SPLASH!
They toppled together, the still surface breaking around them in ripples and scattered droplets. For a brief moment, there was only the sound of water settling and the quiet aftermath of their fall, their closeness a clear act of circumstance.
For a fleeting moment, Kyva did not move.
She had landed atop of him, the force of the fall stilled as the shallow water settled around them. Damp strands of hair clung to her face and shoulders, the droplets tracing slow, trembling paths down her skin. Her breath came unsteady, caught somewhere between shock and something she could not quite name.
