Writing Prompt Wednesday #23

A car plummets to the ocean after the driver falls asleep at the wheel. Explain his escape or demise, and flashback to scenes from his highly emotional trip to see his long-distance girlfriend that leaves him with some unresolved feelings. https://thejohnfox.com/2016/07/flash-fiction-prompts/
NOTE: Hey it’s a kinda short one today-I’m bad at action and I’m trying to lengthen it out, but I’m not doing great at it lol. I hope you enjoy anyways! :)

TW: Drowning


    Falling. I was falling. Bump! Bump! Thud! Where was I? What was going on?
    I opened my eyes. A cliff-that my car was currently plummeting down-and the vast ocean ahead of it. I felt my entire body fill with panic. I fumbled for the door handle but by that point it was too late, the car hit a bump and went careening into the ocean.
    I saw the car filling with water. What do I do, what do I do? I looked around, panicked. Unrolling the window would let in more water and I wasn’t sure I’d fit, anyways.The water was at my knees now. This was great, Jane was expecting me and I wouldn’t show up. Our first date had been to the ocean-now I didn’t know if I could ever look at it the same way.
    The water had risen to my torso. I unlocked the door of the car, but the mechanism wouldn’t function. I tried to pry the door open, to have a flood of water push into the car. The water rose to my neck. This was it, I’d die here. I took a final breath.
    Now completely submerged, I tried to kick open the window. It cracked slightly. I kept kicking. Then, I was back in Jane’s living room, yelling at her. I’d never get to tell her I was sorry. I kept kicking.
    The window burst. I was running out of air. I pushed past the broken shards of glass and started swimming. I could see Jane, throwing my bag at my head, yelling at me to leave. I tried talking to her, but she didn’t listen.
    The surface was closer, now, but I didn’t know if I could make it. I no longer had any air in my lungs so there was nothing to float me to the surface. I wished I had gills. I started swimming.
    I saw myself planning this trip, ordering the ring. It was no doubt gone by now, lost in this watery grave. It was going to be so perfect-everything was going to be so perfect.
    I swam. My vision started to go black. I was dying. I could feel my body starting to give up, no longer rushing to the surface, accepting its death. I weakly gave one last push and I broke the surface.
    Sputtering, I swam for the shore. There, I collapsed, heaving in air and coughing out water. In my pocket, I felt the weight of a box push into my thigh. I smiled a little bit. At least one thing wasn’t lost.