Ripped Away

We were swimming out to the small island near the hotel and we got tugged by a strong current. It was more powerful than you can imagine and it happened so fast. I couldn't reach him, no matter how much I swam. We both were panicking. I yelled for him and kept yelling until my voice was shot. People on shore must've heard me, and they sent out the rescue boat. I told them we have to find Louie. They radioed in and sent out more rescue boats. The last I saw of him was a black dot out in the vast turquoise. Every time I close my eyes I hear him yelling for me. I haven't slept in days. It's my fault. I'm the one who suggested we swim out. I lost track of him, I'll never forgive myself. He was eaten by the sea.