{oceanus - the body of salt water that covers approximately 70.8% of Earth}
y/n's pov:
The air was haunting.
I would breathe in, taking the oxygen into my lungs, and upon exhale, could feel every muscle in my body flood with grief.
His words were muffled behind the waves that crashed against the rocks, spraying water over the shore. It lapped against the sand, clumping it together before dragging it back into the water below.
I wasn't listening to his words, merely watching the water disperse across the land, and then retreating back to where it originated.
I never noticed how beautiful the ocean was before.
The chair I had chosen was cold, and there was no surprise in that fact because yet again, I had forgotten to bring the chairs in overnight.
The metal clung to my clothes, freezing over the fibres in the fabric, making it stiff and cold.
I had many questions in mind as I sat here. If I were to find myself in the ocean, would I even notice the cold? The human body adapts, transforms and succumbs to its environment, so I know eventually, with all the sorrow in my system, the ocean would welcome me, and maybe then I would be at peace.
"Are you listening to me?" He asks, scowling.
I wasn't.
"I don't really want to hear this, Vince."
He frowns at me. "I'm dying, y/n. This is not new information."
I sigh quietly. "I'm obviously not going to do that. I don't even know why you're asking."
Vince's expression softened slightly. "They might not give you an option, y/n. If it comes to it, I want it to be you."
He seemed so certain.
"We don't know they will attack here for sure-"
Vin slams his hand down on the table so hard I worried he had shattered both his wrist and the furniture. The noise was startling, causing passers by to look over and pause with confusion.
He calmly waves them off, coughing loudly into the handkerchief he pulled from his pocket.
He stifles yet is desperate to speak.
"I have never known you to be so naive."
He struggles still to catch his breath. "I know this is hard to hear, but they will arrive soon... and they will not take kindly to either of us."
Vince wipes his face with his tissue and takes a deep breath in. "They'll have no use for me, and as they know who you are, I'm sure they wouldn't mind making it additionally painful for you."
I didn't want to hear this.
"What do you want me to do, Vince? If what you're saying is true, shouldn't we be evacuating? We should do something, no?"
He sighs. "We can't evacuate, we have too many vulnerable and sick people here. I don't think I'd survive the journey, and it's the same for lots of others."
"So, what? We stay here and do nothing?"
Vince very slowly shakes his head.
"We are definitely not going to do nothing."
I didn't know what he meant by that, but then with the crack against my jaw, the pain that struck me in the face so suddenly that it snapped me out of it, and Vince was no longer before me.
