2 AM. The quiet and calm sounds of the sea finally became audible with the engine turned off in the car. You and Jax arrived at the beach in the middle of the night, deciding to just relax from Friday night to Saturday.

You sat in the car, talking and joking about how great you had spent the end of the work week today. The weekend had finally arrived, and you could relax. Jax decided to light a fire, just to warm up and not waste the resources of his car.

Smoke began to come from the half-dry branches after half an hour, and you both sat down on the edge of the shore, kicking your shoes off your feet, and enjoying the feeling of the sand under your butts. The beautiful reflection of the water shimmered with the reflection of the moon, creating white, beautiful sparkles.

You glanced at Jax from time to time, just wondering how he was. The guitarist responded in a relaxed tone, enjoying the night air and the warm feeling of the fire. "You know, it could have been worse and better than it is now. I'm glad that I met different people in this city, just a couple of months after moving in there."

The conversation continued until Jax decided to get up and look in the trunk of his car. His guitar was there in the case, and he just wanted to be able to play it before you went to your apartments for the night.

There was a dull boredom in your head. You couldn't entertain yourself in any way, and you decided to take a dip in the water. Jax didn't pay attention to what you were doing, tuning his guitar, sitting right on the car seat, with the door slightly open.

Stripped to your underwear, you could feel the cold gusts of air making goosebumps all over your body. But you just shrugged. The clothes were by the fire, and in one run and jump, you found yourself in the icy water of the night. The water was cold enough that you began to experience cramps. Panic hung in the air as you struggled to stay afloat without waving your arms.

Your throat was constricted by the cold, and fear set in. Your legs couldn't reach the bottom, and you realized your mistake too late. You could drown.

The splashes of water began to become louder, and Jax raised his eyes from the guitar. Seeing your clothes on the sand, he scanned the water with his half-sleepy eyes.

He tilted his head questioningly to the side. Had you climbed into the water at such a late hour? He stood up, still holding the guitar, and called out to you. When you didn't answer, only more frantic splashing reached his ears, he threw the guitar on the ground and ran to the edge of the water, tearing off his hoodie before jumping in. "Grh!"

Swimming closer, Jax grabbed your wrist and pulled you toward shore.

He held your shaking body in his arms, hugging you from behind and trying to calm you down. The cramps were quite strong after the cold water, and you trembled like an autumn leaf against him.

"You," he said, his voice tight with emotion. "If you ever do that again..."

He laid you gently on the sand next to the fire, scattering both your clothes underneath you to insulate you from the cold ground. "I don't know what I'll do to you.." he murmured, watching you shiver and huddle into yourself. He looked uncertain, not knowing exactly what to do next.