I flow. I flow in calm, black water. At least, I think it is water, because I don't know what else it could be and it feels like water.
I can't see.
Whatever I do, I stay in the same place. I can move my arms and legs, and I can pretend I walk, but I don't. But in water it is possible to move. So I'm not in water.
A part of me wonders how I got her. Another part doesn't care and just want to stay here in this calmness of Black.
But I miss the sound of others around me. I'm going to look for other people and bring them here.
I look around, searching for the entrance of Black. I'm going to bring people in and show them around. And I'm going to place a sign by the entrance that says: 'Welcome in Black, enjoy your stay.' And there will be an anchor drawn next to the text.
I pretend to swim and move forward. But then I stop, because I realize something:
Dreaming is something that happens in the right side of the brain; knowledge is in the left side. So are letters and numbers. So how is it possible to make plans and think about texts when I'm dreaming? It isn't. There is only one explanation to this situation: I'm not dreaming. I've woken up again.
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Tobias - after Allegiant ✔
Fanfiction[allegiant spoilers ahead!] Tobias is a wreck after the love of his life died. in this fanfiction we follow his life three years after her death. The process of healing is not so simple as it seems... + + + I'm not raised with English, so this will...
