Soul was flying.
Or at least, that was what it felt like. He didn't have feathery wings or gravity-defying powers, but his body was completely relaxed as he let nature have its way with him. His eyes were shut peacefully as he soared through the water gently, sinking lower and lower into the depths of the ocean.
Everything was muted- his senses, his thoughts, his feelings. It was the serenity he had been searching for ever since the tragedy. It wasn't scary as he thought it would be. He wasn't panicking or changing his mind at the last second. He was there, in the cold waters, falling through space and simply feeling like he was on his bed, getting ready to take a nap he would never wake up from.
His lungs burned. He could feel the precious little bubbles escaping him as they floated to the surface. His ruby eyes cracked open, and even though it stung a bit, he watched as the sun's light grew dimmer and dimmer as he fell deeper and deeper.
The gentle laps of Water rocked him from side to side, and she weaved her fingers through his hair. She looked at him tenderly, like a mother would to their newborn. She slowly fell along with him, and he vaguely wondered why she wasn't saving herself. Her hair wrapped around him like watery tendrils, but Soul didn't take particular notice of this, only focusing on how he just referred to water as a woman.
Soul supposed that being on the brink of death did stuff to your mind.
But nevertheless, she was still there and Soul found that he could feel her fingers caressing his face. Her gentle pull sunk him deeper and he had no oxygen left. His vision started to fade around the edges, yet he watched – outside, utterly calm, but inside completely mystified by her presence - as she placed a simple kiss on the corner of his mouth.
And then he realized with surprising aloofness that she wasn't Water, but someone else that had come to take him away. He wasn't sure if she was sweet salvation, but he supposed it didn't matter anymore because she was here and it was too late to do anything about it.
So he mouthed a two-syllable name – the name of the person he cared so much for, of whom he missed dearly, of whom he was about to meet once again in just a few minutes. He wished he still had enough air to actually say her name, but feeling her name form on his lips was the next best thing, he supposed.
He pictured her -- her sparkling green eyes, her beautiful smile, her lovely hair – and smiled.
Death embraced him. She took him into her loving arms until they sunk to the very bottom, where she whispered sweet nothing into his ear as she laid a meek hand over his eyes, and Soul knew no more.
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AN- Yeah, I don't know either.
The summary is a quote by Lord Byron.
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