Ocean Eyes

c h a p t e r t w e n t y t h r e e

(read the author's note at the end) 

For as long as I lived, I did not think my life would be anything special.

It would be content; have its ups and downs, smiles and tears, but overall a peaceful life. Maybe even a predictable one.

And I did for the majority of my life.

I had my ups and downs, my successes and failures and everything else in between. 

  I grieved. I laughed. I smiled. 

I found a job. I found people who cared for me. I found myself and figured out who I was.

But never did I ever expect myself to be in the middle of the situation that I was: being thrown into a world that only existed in fairy tales and stories my mom told me when I was younger, having a soulmate, being almost killed by my half sister and discovering that my mom isn't actually gone.

But then, even after I was thrown into this mess, I always hoped and wondered like I did in the past.

I was still the same person with dreams of a career and of happiness.

I was still the same person who wanted to fall in love, settle down sometime later and have children of my own.

I was still the same person who wanted the type of love my parents had and spoil my grandchildren like Mrs. Black did for me.

I was still the same person yet different nonetheless.

But I hoped for normalcy, and at this moment I realized that now I'm immersed in this world too deep and there was no way for another life.

I realized this when I came into this very room expecting the life I knew before for once. When the door opened the second time, one of the people who even made this whole mess possible greeted me with the most jarring question.

How are you still alive?

Appearing from absolutely nowhere, Shaun Davenport came into my life and pulled me out of the comfortable bubble I was in, making me gasp for air as everything that I ever knew and saw started to completely turn around.

All the hints were there; how he knew so much about a species and its weaknesses in the shortest period of time, how his eyes always seemed to be calculating and knowing everything that was happening about the most mysterious things.

Even how incredibly selfish he was and how willing he was to sacrifice everyone who didn't know even a fraction of what he knew about everything.

As my senses were finally coming back to reality, my thoughts were going in hundreds of different directions.

The obvious, logical part of my brain was screaming at me that this man was definitely more involved in whatever was happening than I ever expected him to be.

The more dumb-founded, emotional part, was eerily silent, completely deafening the loudness of any conclusion I could've come up with.

I stared at the doctor, as a million thoughts raced through my head. What the hell did I just hear?

I felt my blood thrumming through my veins, as I tried to make sense of whatever came out of his mouth.

How are you still alive? How are you still alive? How are you still-

"Excuse me?" I squeaked out, my voice cracking as I finally mustered the power to put my thoughts into a somewhat coherent sentence.

The man didn't look any better than how I felt, and I probably mirrored him and reflected the same emotions back.