Reawakened compassion

Ough-ough-ough! Ough-ough-ough!

Ava could hear the sound of her own mouth coughing out water, she was conscious again but she was weak, so very weak that it took a lot of effort just to open her eyes, but she opened them anyway because she wanted to see who it was; the one who’d removed her from that water, and the same one who’d resuscitated her with his breath. She knew it was the same person because he had the same scent, that unmistakable scent, that scent she’d never gotten enough of. She knew who the person that saved her was already, but she wanted to see it with her own eyes so the image would forever remain in her head, and as she opened them, she didn’t see those cold, dark blue eyes she’d always seen before. Instead, these eyes were warmer, these were eyes that showed love, that showed care, that showed concern. She also saw something unmistakable in those eyes; fear. But why was he afraid? What was he afraid of? Was it the fear of wha