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Stranded
Prologue
Chilly, Avio Favalon
Natalia Arlovskaya was beginning to wonder if jumping in had been the greatest idea.
Or at least, trying to jump in. Seeing as how she'd found herself crashing into someone before she fell overboard. She'd forgotten that she couldn't swim very well. Which, in a raging storm like this, was a very bad thing.
All she had wanted was to get her hands on that scarf. That scarf that belonged to him. Her love. Her soul mate. Her brother. She remembered seeing the look of broken on his face as the wind whipped it away from him and forced it into the ocean. There were tears inside just waiting to fall, and Natalia hadn't wanted that to happen at all in the least. Even if the rain would hide them, she would still know that it was there. So she did the most logical thing that came to her mind.
She ran after it.
She could remember hearing her siblings call out for her, her brother's gloved hands grasping for her only to miss and clutch onto the air behind her. She ran towards the edge, her only thought in her mind was to get it back, to make him happy, to stop the tears.
The deck was wet, predictably enough, and she lost control of her footing as she slid closer to the edge. She had failed to notice the large man who was now in her way, and she crashed into him.
In his attempt to steady himself and the girl who had just slammed into him, Mathias, too, lost his footing, and next thing anyone knew, both had fallen overboard.
Natalia really wondered if it had been a good idea to try to jump in.
But that was Vanya's scarf he loves that scarf did you see the look in his eyes when the wind ripped it from his grasp?
Things were so very blurred and her eyes and nose were stinging and she could feel a tightening in her lungs as little bubbles pushed themselves through her lips. She couldn't even see anything beyond darkness and bubbles, let alone the precious scarf.
This couldn't be how it ended. How would he get it back? How would he be happy without it? It meant so much to him.
Natalia could feel water rage down her throat, making its way to her lungs.
Fantastic.
What would she do now?
Die, of course.
But what about his scarf?
Vanya…
A/N: explanations and authors' notes will be after the omake, kthx~