In one elegant swoop, Valois scooped the landing net under the fish and brought it safely onto the ground. They both looked down as the fish flopped around helplessly, then Gunther knelt and very gently removed the hook from its mouth, resting a hand on its flank as its mouth gaped and its spasms died to stillness.
That’s how I feel sometimes, he thought. Out of the safety of my water and on the strange, dry land where I can’t breathe as I normally do.
Like a fish out of water, he’s gasping for air, and there’s only one person who feels like the comfort of the ocean for him.
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