You may be… running around searching, looking for something to find while I’m still here waiting for you.
Do you see me at all my sweet, sweet, sweet love?

Today there is nothing left to say.


Feiyn is tossed off and into the churning sea. The initial impact leaves her winded, leaves her dizzy as she sucks in not air but salt water— her lungs burn in protest, her eyes burning behind her goggles as she stares up at the ever-distancing surface, the light dancing upon it—

Then she feels something brush against her leg.