Deeper
Callum and Luca didnât want to surface.
Their heavy rubber suits were now warm and slippery on the inside.
They kept their gloved hands linked as they descended deeper into the clear fjord lake. After a few minutes of slow exploration, Luca suddenly squeezed Callumâs hand and pointed forward.
There, resting on a rocky ledge in about 12 meters of water, was something unexpected:
An old, beautifully brass diving helmet â a classic Mark V model â sitting upright like it had been placed there on purpose. Next to it was a small sign, made of tarnished brass.
âTo whoever finds this: May you find someone worth staying underwater with. â K. & M. 1987â
Lucaâs eyes softened behind his mask. He looked at Callum and pressed their masks together, bubbles mixing between them.
Luca (muffled, emotional): âThey were like usâŚâ
Callum nodded. The symbolism wasnât lost on either of them â two people who had once shared this same love for being sealed deep underwater.
They stayed down there for almost an hour, swimming slowly, occasionally stroking each otherâs rubber-covered bodies.
When they finally surfaced near the cabinâs small dock, they were both hard. As they climbed out of the water, they stood on the wooden pier, still fully sealed, looking at each other's.
Callum: âI donât want to take the suits off yet.â
