Notes: Uh, wackiness ensues. New chapter soon. :)
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He was floating. Floating gently, rocking back and forth on his back. The warm water lapped at his fingers, his ribs, and his legs. He was peaceful.
Until he opened his eyes.
Everything was black, dark, and charred. The river he floated down was a deep garnet red. The land on either side of the banks was ashy and burnt. Wicked black trees stretched for the grey sky, then broke off, branches crumbling.
He tried to move, to stand up, but he was paralyzed.
This was the end, he thought, as he drifted down the macabre water towards a silent whirlpool. He was starting to feel the current's pull on his feet, drawing him down.
He closed his eyes again, waiting for the red waves to close over his head.
Then, he heard a gentle splash. Opening his eyes, he saw her, wading into the water. She was wearing a white dress, the hem slowly soaking up the red liquid from the river.
Steadily she approached him, paying no heed to the whirlpool, the sticky water, or the decaying landscape.
She was up to her waist in the water when she finally stood beside him. She looked into his eyes, and he watched as clear, bright tears fell onto his face.
"Where are you going?" she asked him quietly.
"Away," he responded.
"Will you miss me?"
"Yeah, a little."
"Stay with me. It's prettier there." She reached out her hand, hovering above his chest.
"How do I do that?" He was confused. Death dreams were weird.
"Say yes." She said sweetly.
"Uh, yes."
She brushed her fingers across his face, and then placed both hands on his chest.
She smiled gently, then pushed him under.
Clear, cold water washed over his face.
...............
He was floating. Floating gently, rocking back and forth on his back. The warm water lapped at his fingers, his ribs, and his legs. He was peaceful.
Until he opened his eyes.
Everything was black, dark, and charred. The river he floated down was a deep garnet red. The land on either side of the banks was ashy and burnt. Wicked black trees stretched for the grey sky, then broke off, branches crumbling.
He tried to move, to stand up, but he was paralyzed.
This was the end, he thought, as he drifted down the macabre water towards a silent whirlpool. He was starting to feel the current's pull on his feet, drawing him down.
He closed his eyes again, waiting for the red waves to close over his head.
Then, he heard a gentle splash. Opening his eyes, he saw her, wading into the water. She was wearing a white dress, the hem slowly soaking up the red liquid from the river.
Steadily she approached him, paying no heed to the whirlpool, the sticky water, or the decaying landscape.
She was up to her waist in the water when she finally stood beside him. She looked into his eyes, and he watched as clear, bright tears fell onto his face.
"Where are you going?" she asked him quietly.
"Away," he responded.
"Will you miss me?"
"Yeah, a little."
"Stay with me. It's prettier there." She reached out her hand, hovering above his chest.
"How do I do that?" He was confused. Death dreams were weird.
"Say yes." She said sweetly.
"Uh, yes."
She brushed her fingers across his face, and then placed both hands on his chest.
She smiled gently, then pushed him under.
Clear, cold water washed over his face.