It's too late now.

This is in Rowan's POV

You wake up on an island, surrounded by water. There's nothing else. Nothing on the island, nothing past the water. Nothing.

And yet, it's calm, it's comforting. The sun is barely rising, as the waves gently hit the shore. There's a slight breeze softly brushing against you. It's all absolutely peaceful. Everything is so very calm.

At least.. until there seems to be bubbles coming from the water. Then a hand. A hand reaching up.. is that..?

You immediately try to pull, pull him up as he slowly goes limp. When you finally pull him out, it's already too late. It's too late. He's dead.

You've failed him.

But you're given no time to think about that, as things start changing. The once peaceful ocean slowly morphs into a rapid sea of lighters, the sand on the island becomes tons and tons of used cigarretes, and smoke fills the air slowly, choking you out. You can't breathe, you can barely see The smoke engulfs you until you black out, dead.

And then you wake up, you wake up to see him, alive, but panicked. Horrified.

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Pub: 23 Nov 2022 21:55 UTC
Edit: 02 Dec 2022 16:53 UTC
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