𝒟𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 | Pietro Maximoff

ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕦𝕖

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I am drowning in a sea of desire,

and the only one who can save me is you.

-Christy Ann Martine

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𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓃, it's not the peaceful death that has been written in poetry.

It's a fight for your life.

One you can't tell the feeling unless you've experienced it. 

The car hits the water, plunging into the icy depths, and your head hits the front of your passenger seat, the burning immediately fills your lungs. So much pain burns you, just as the crushing of your lungs does.

 Any knowledge you had previously, such as rolling the window down rather than the door, flees your mind. It's only panic. Not only for yourself, but for your boyfriend in the driver's seat. For your life.

If you had wanted to die before, everything pulls you forward. When you are actually dying, you want to live. You cling to life.

You do come to your senses and attempt to unbuckle the seat buckle, wanting to scream when it doesn't open. You'll begin panicking, wanting him to wake up. Begging, pleading the universe. To save you, to save him first over you if it has a choice.

Then, the pain of the water crushing your lungs escapes. And you're gone, dead.

It's peaceful, in a strange way.

Right.

Until you realize that you're not dead three hours later, still strapped to the car. And then, when your hand moves the water in amazement, the water moves. Far more then it should.

I realized then that I could breathe, that my vision was perfect. I understood then that I had changed, not because of the Universe, but because the universe laughed at me.

Cursed me.

How better to ruin a girl then to give her the ability she fears?

I was brought back. I've lived with the abilities of the place I drowned. Pain, water.

Irony's a bitch.