SylverMoon
She fought against the undercurrent, hair swirling around her face as she struggled. Every way was down, there was no light to swim towards. Eventually, the struggling stopped and her breath faded away. Her legacy reduced to bubbles floating towards the surface. Empty.
Miracles are overrated. Miracles are what happen when you sit around and wait for something to be handed to you. To actually get up and accomplish something of your own accord, that is miraculous.