Escaping -Imagine Dragons Fanfiction -

Chapter 3

Emilie

The night had been long, restless, plagued by the haunting memories of recent events.
As the first light of dawn began to tinge the horizon, I found myself unable to sleep any longer.
With a sigh, I slipped out of bed, my bare feet making soft contact with the cool wooden floor.
A sliver of the moon still hung in the sky, casting a pale glow over the landscape outside.
The world around me was wrapped in stillness, the only sound the gentle rustling of leaves as a soft breeze danced through the trees.
Dew sparkled like scattered diamonds on the leaves, each droplet capturing the early morning light.
Barefoot, I stepped onto the soft earth, my feet sinking into the damp grass as I made my way towards the water's edge.
In my hands my beloved Guitar I got from my Grandpa when I was 7.
The fjord stretched before me, its surface a mirror of muted colors – hues of lavender, pale pink, and soft gold that painted the sky as the sun began its ascent.
I found my favorite spot near the water's edge, as I settled down, the cool touch of the stone seeped into my skin, grounding me in the present moment.
I let the guitar rest against my knee, my fingers tracing familiar patterns on the strings as I gazed out at the misty lake before me.
The chords of „Rivers and Roads" flowed like the waters of the fjord, each note a release of emotions that had been held captive within me.
As the sun's first rays pierced through the mist, the world transformed before my eyes.
The water's surface shimmered like liquid gold, reflecting the painted sky above.
The morning light danced upon the dew-kissed leaves, creating a kaleidoscope of colors that seemed to come alive with every breath of wind.
Unable to resist the fjord any longer, I set the guitar aside and stood, the grass cool and damp beneath my feet.
I walked into the water, each step sending ripples across the mirror-like surface.
The initial shock of the cold water was quickly replaced by a sensation of refreshing renewal.
The water felt like a balm against my skin, a gentle embrace that soothed away the remnants of sleepless nights.
With the water rising around me, I paused, closing my eyes and letting the quiet of the early morning envelop me.
But then, amidst the stillness, a sound reached my ears – the faintest rustle of footsteps.
My heart skipped a beat, my senses heightened by the unexpected intrusion.
My gaze darted towards the source of the sound, and there he stood, a few meters away.
He stood tall, wearing a simple white T-shirt that clung to his frame, the fabric hinting at the contours of his torso beneath.
His shorts, a dark contrast against the pale light, revealed the outline of strong legs.
As I observed him, I wondered what had brought him to the water's edge at this hour.
I stepped out of the water. "Hi", I said unsure.
"Hi", he replied with a genuine smile, still standing a few meters away.