Drowning (1st book)

20. The sword

Asher kneels underneath me with his head facing the ground. His clothes are ragged and hanging off his frame. He has cuts and burns running up and down his torso. His hands and feet are bound and silent tears fall from his face.

My heart hurts seeing him like this.

Then I realize two people are around him. Gretta, or Anoplia, and Peter are on either side of him; staring into my eyes with great intensity.

I'm so confused. Why are we here?

"What's going on?" I ask in confusion.

Peter rolls his eyes.

"We're at Asher's execution!"

My breathe catches in my throat.

No! Asher can't die! I won't let it happen! A feeling of dread overcomes me. A tear slips down my cheek.

"Wh-what? Who's killing him?" I ask in surprise.

Peter's eyes darken.

"You, of course."

I feel the heavy weight of a sword in my hands. I look at the sword. Its very long and the light gleams from it and shows me the reflection of my wild eyes.

No! God please no!

My arm that's holding the sword involuntarily rises.

No! I can't!

I use all my force to drop the sword, but it doesn't budge. My body shakes because I'm trying to drop it so much.

Asher looks up at me.

His blue eyes look gone and dead.

"Do it. Please. If you ever loved me, kill me!" he begs. Tears stain his already pale face.

My expression fills with horror.

"J-just know," he says struggling to control his sobs," that I love you."

My arm falls down.

"Rose!" Asher yells waking me up.

I'm still in the bath.

I pull away and shield my body from Asher's wondering eyes.

"I'm sorry I came in here, but you started screaming and-"

"It's quite all right," I whisper cutting him off.

It wasn't real. Asher didn't say he loves me, but that's not the important part.

He turns around to grab something from behind him.

A blue towel is set on the ground for me.

"Turn around," I instruct.

He turns around and taps his foot.

I quickly wrap myself into my towel.

"Can I turn around now?" he ask.

Yes it's fine, I think to him.

He turns around.

"Are you okay?"

Visions of Asher crying and me killing him haunt my thoughts.

"Yes," I lie.

Sweaty gym socks. Sweaty gym socks. Sweaty gym socks. Sweaty gym socks.

Asher cocks an eyebrow.

"I'm going to change, and then sleep so..." I say trailing off.

Asher nods.

I walk out of the room to change my clothes.

All I can think of is Asher dying,
And me killing him.

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