Before we make it to the shore, scream as loud as you can for the both of us, I've been screaming underwater for too long; I don't know what it feels like to be heard.
Call Help: Scarred Fugitives, Soulless Island.
"Tell the world how much you love me and i will jump into the water for you, I don't wanna die knowing that I lived a tale where love was unrequited." Wrote Dune in one of the confidential letters she hid under her bed. She sure promised Rafe she would read her journal to him word by word, page by page, but half of the pages were ripped. The longer they sat under the moonlight with her head on his chest, the sentimental abstract of being young and in love, the farther she wanted him to be from the truth. Now that the truth was out, all the sleepless nights were to be remembered, cherished, secured.
They've been swimming for hours, swaying between gravity and the anchors pulling them down by their legs. It was difficult for Dune to breathe, her head would remain underwater; she would scream at the top of her lungs, freeze the creatures of the oceanic dynasty. Water contaminated her lungs, reviving the dead roses wrapped around her ribcage. It's too late, I might as well give up the ghost here, a displaced mermaid, a scarred fugitive. As for Rafe, he thanked Ward for the overpriced swimming lessons he took as a child, but he cursed the ashes buried underneath his heart, the veiled rubble from his addiction. Trying their best to breathe, their hearts were clenched around themselves, they lied to themselves when they said it was easy to run on water.
When a ghost feels like someone's about to die, it exhales vapour into the sky. Fog washed over their heads, blurring their vision, adding on the burning sensation of water getting into their eyes. Pass by these sinking ships, hold my hand and rip the my anchor off my leg. You are my anchor, the person I adore. Drowning was torture, the devil kept pinching on their skins, reminding them that they're conscious, applying pressure to their heads albeit making water go up their noses. One moment in pregnant darkness, drowning was begging for mercy whilst being solidified, like a statue.
"Have you ever thought about donating your organs to strangers?" asked Dune once, she was drawing her fantasies to life on Rafe's skin, planting warm kisses on each drawing afterwards. While he ran his fingers through her hair, removing it from her face, rubbing his thumb against her boney cheek. It was two nights after they arrived the unknown, where seeing the world through crooked glass was the norm, one night before the moon took a bullet for them.
"I don't think anyone would want the organs of a murderer inside of them, besides, what if the person saw the world the same way i saw it? No one would choose to be a toothless wolf who sees the world as dark, cruel, unfair. Do you want to donate your organs to those who need them?" he asked, more like whispered the last part as if it were a secret. She jolted up from his embrace, hovering over Rafe, with a sly smile over her face as if she's looking at a coffin.
"I would, but I would never give them my heart. No one deserves having a heart as cruel as mine, beating for dear life. For all I know, i would give my heart to the toothless wolf."
They smiled at the same time, it's rare for accomplices to smile before an avalanche. She placed her hand on his heart while he did the same to her. She pressed her teeth against his, breathed in, the only way to unclench her heart from the monster's grip.
"I can't take it anymore Rafe, I'm sorry for dragging you into this. I am sorry for hiding the truth under our bed, I am sorry for letting you down. I am sorry for your killing your lover, I am sorry i couldn't be your lover, all I wanted for both of us is a breathless moment. I don't think i can make it to the shore." she rushed her words before having the devil pull her by her legs, it had bit on her anchor, losing it somewhere in the sea.
As soon as she was about to let go of his hand, he pulled her back in. Drowning was either peaceful and brutal, they were struggling, but Rafe sought peace as he saw a piece of land within the fog. Despite the blur, and even if pain kept whispering in their ears that they're still alive, everything turned into yellow. The yellow Phoenix caught the red dessert with its eye, ignoring the demons that begged to stay. This time it was the two of them, solely.
"I see land, hang in there."
Dune was sharply conscious, she knew Rafe was strong, but not that strong. It's like his bones were made of iron, and she was as light as a feather, he carried her all the way to the lighthouse. Death hasn't come yet, thought Dune. And i thought angels were my enemies.
"Angels don't stab us in the back, yet somehow they ink their gowns with pregnant darkness. Is it safe? believing the angels? Can you think about what would happen if we turned our backs on the devil?"
As soon as she dropped the hook and he came to berth. Everything turned black, then the ink swallowed itself, meandering them into grey. "I forgive you. I've forgiven you the moment he uttered out the truth. I looked into your eyes and caved in, what makes you think that I was going to let you drown?"
They laid on their backs, feeling the water crash into their souls. She turned to her left side, coughing out water and blood from biting on her tongue, she tasted her bones and grimaced. Rafe did the same as well, as soon as Dune was done she turned towards Rafe and gave him heavy slaps against his back. He twisted her wrist, begging her to stop, but she couldn't believe her eyes. They were alive, but she wasn't fully convinced that he'd forgiven her.
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Fanfiction"Before you could break my heart, it'll be at your step, in pieces, right before you know it." Dune lives with several identities, one of them gave up the ghost, smeared Dune's hands in blood. Dune, is that her real name? What does she have to hide...
