I can hear the gushing water nearby. I know I'm close. I run. I fall. I get up and run faster. And finally stop when I see it. Clear waters reflecting the colors of the rainbow fall down the hill into a cloud of white foam. The sound deafens me. I'm gasping for air after all that run. My hand on my knees. I look around. I can't find him. I feel sick in my stomach and the world around me swirls. I'm falling but I don't hit the ground. His arms surround me, "Easy, baby girl!", he chuckles in my ears.
This guy. This guy will be the death of me.

(Excerpt from a story I might write.)