Again

Everything Isn't Right

"Sybil!" His voice rose above the sound of the storm, the waves— everything that surrounded them as they fought to keep themselves above the rising tide. She fought against the water, the sight of Lucas being yanked beneath the water jarring a fear within her that she's never felt before.

"Lucas!" She screamed for him, searching for him in the wreckage, her heart nearly ripping itself out of her chest.

She couldn't see him, her lungs began to ache as she screamed his name, over and over. Each breath likes knives, jamming into the back of her throat and shocking her nerves with the pain that came with exhaustion. Every time she tried to swim against the current, she felt as though something was missing. She wasn't making any progress.

A wave curled beneath her, yanking her under before she was thrown upwards, landing on a patch of grass.

When she opened her eyes after absorbing the pain of the impact, she found she was in a field of grass that stretched as far she could see.

Pushing herself up then onto her feet, it seemed that the pain from before was gone and when she looked around, she could see a single tree a yard or so away. The chestnut hair caught her eye on the other side of the tree and she gasped a soft 'Lucas', before taking off.

She was cut short as her foot caught on the end of her dress and she tumbled forward, barely catching herself an inch above the ground.

Looking down, she found that she was in a long, flowing white gown. With narrowed eyes, she looked back to the tree to see he hadn't moved.

After rising to her feet, she pulled her dress up to avoid another fall and began her run to Lucas, who seemed to not even notice she was anywhere near him.

As she rounded the side of the tree, every bone in her body froze. Her hand covered her mouth, the sight before her burning through her as if hot ashes had been injected directly into her veins. The scream that left her lips took her breath and she stumbled backwards, losing all the energy she just had.

Lucas was leaned up against the tree, his face set in the same expression she had seen when she first laid eyes on him— reserved. The longing, lost look as he had watched the kids run around the pool. The only difference was— leaned against the tree, he was in a tuxedo instead of a swimsuit, the front drenched in blood.

The open wound in his chest forced her to look away for a moment as she attempted to control herself. What the fuck was she supposed to do without him?

Breathing shakily, she looked back to the tree, but Lucas was gone. In his place was a small bundle of cloth and she glanced around, wondering how he'd managed to disappear into thin air.

Crawling towards the fabric, she flinched, stopping as it began to move. Soft coos came from within it and she gasped before she was there. Her fingers hovered above the worn material then she pulled it back.

It was a beautiful baby girl. Her brunette hair stuck to the sides of her head, some pieces sticking up in wild styles that you'd see in a Pampers commercial. Sybil fell in love at the sight of those familiar hazel eyes and she caressed her cheek, amazement masking her infatuated expression as her little fingers wrapped around Sybil's index finger.

All she could see was him. The hair, which had a slight red tint to it, those hazel eyes... Even the little freckles that were dotted along her cheeks and the bridge of her nose.