A rip was torn and the water flowed out, hot and steaming, and tears formed in your eyes. It wasn’t something you were expecting.
The water flowed down in rivulets and pooled on the floor, and your breath grew more haggard. It was much more than you were expecting.
You press your hands against the tear, but the water gushes out anyway, and your vision flickers. It was more painful than you were expecting.
You look down and realize that it wasn’t water, but life you were looking at, and you chuckle. It was more fragile than you were expecting.