HOMRA One shots (K project)

Hello, Dear Amnesia / Tatara x Reader

~ Reader's POV ~

Oxygen.

We need it more than anything. Without it, we die. There's nothing to question, and nobody to even ask, we have physical bodies with organs, lungs that need air, that need to breathe.

But maybe, it isn't just a physical thing.

It could be used metaphorically too.

Emotionally...

Mentally...

Like right now.

Wait, what am I talking about?

I could see the surface of the water getting farther and farther away from me, and escaping my grasp. I reached as far as I could, but no avail as I sank into the dark abyss.

Was this it for me?

I couldn't breathe physically anymore, my lungs gave out.

I was still thinking though, you know what they say:

You still have 7 minutes of brain activity after you die, and it's suppose to be your life flashing before your eyes.

But I guess not, because I was thinking of a pointless yet desperately necessary thing called, oxygen.

My chest was heavy with the leftover fear and guilt... or maybe... it was the water filling my lungs to the brink.

My head was swimming with words I had never said, things I had never done, and the concept of love that I never felt. Or perhaps, it was just literally swimming.

But even so, full of water or not, I couldn't shake these thoughts that hung heavily on my mind. These could be my last moments and it really was tedious.

Such trivial things seemed like the most important points in my life that I never bothered to fully hold on to. However, I was alone for a lot of my life, I remembered that...I think...but my memories were slipping away now, slowly and rather painfully.

Why was I alone?

Where did I come from again?

Hold on... who even am I?

What's my name?

What do I look like?

The answers I once had were being replaced with questions faster than I could comprehend it.

Everything in my physical vision was black now except for a small light at the end of the tunnel.

Was this truly the end for me?

...

My (E/c) eyes popped open and I gasped, jolting upwards from where I was lying. I searched around frantically, my chest heaving from the shock. When I caught a quick look of my surroundings all tossed together in a colorful blur, I looked down at myself, trying to compose my breathing and the way the world was spinning in front of me.

I was drenched from head to toe, dripping with water. I had been lying on a pile of blankets and towels, unconscious.

I was still outside, right by the large river that traveled through Shizume city.

And most importantly, a group of people were staring down at me, with concern and curiosity lacing their features.

I scrunched my nose up in distaste at the situation, the last thing I remembered was sinking into the water, and somebody... who was trying to drown me.