My head shifts down, her gaze too questioning for me yet; her eyes burning into my skin. I am drowning and so is she – but in a different way completely. My brain turns to water, not letting me concentrate fully; not letting me think anything but a constant flow of thoughts.
Then I hear her ask something, “Are you okay?” Her question doesn’t catch me off guard; but I look up to see her. Her voice smoky and sweet and could burn a hole in my heart in an instant.
I know the answer immediately, “No,” but I can’t say it properly without spluttering everywhere and hacking up water; I then proceed with my voice, gurgling and almost incomprehensible, “Are you?”
Her gaze shifts elsewhere; she doesn’t answer me, and I don’t believe she needs to; the expression on her faces says enough: she doesn’t know whether this pain is real or not she just doesn’t know.
dedicated to nina, 'cause she just so nice :)
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Racy & BladeTeen Fiction
Racy crashed and burned. Blade sunk and drowned. Everything was okay until that summer, now they're both dead. But the question is, where do you go when you die? lovely cover by @hotteas ©_unwelcomethoughts 2014