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Rose woke with a fright, her hair and clothes soaking wet as if she was swimming

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Rose woke with a fright, her hair and clothes soaking wet as if she was swimming. Then she felt it, the swaying around her and coldness between her fingers and toes.

Letting out a scream, Rose found herself trapped in a box of water that kept filling up. Looking around, she found she was in a glass box, water coming from some unknown source.

"Help!" Rose shrieked as she kicked and tried to keep afloat in the cold water. This was Rose's worst nightmare, drowning. The inevitable death rising towards her, slower and slower. The fact she can't escape. Everything was making her panic, her heartbeat impeccably fast. The thumping against her chest was the only thing making sound, even when the water sloshed against the box walls, no sound appeared.

"Someone help!" Rose cried, tears now spilling down her pale cheeks as she tried desperately to keep herself afloat. She'd had swimming lessons as a child but now, everything was forgotten as she panicked in the water, the one thing you were told not to do.

Rose couldn't help the sobs emitting from her mouth as her chest started to ache as arms started to weaken. She was getting tired, she was going to drown.

Just as Rose's arms and legs started to fail her, something appeared outside the box. Simon.

"Simon!" Rose screamed, trying her hardest to swim her way towards the lanky boy. Simon's head snapped up and fear was drenching his face.

"Rose!" Simon's muffled voice cried as he watched her struggle. Thrashing desperately in the water, Rose managed to arrive at the wall of the box and throw her hands against it.

"Simon!" she cried, "Save me!"


Falling onto the floor with a thump, Rose gasped for air, the fall knocking the wind from her.

It had been a dream. It had been a dream.

Lying on the floor, Rose gasped for breath as her hand clutched her chest. Tears were rolling down her cheeks. The dream, it felt so real, so unforgiving. It really messed her up.

"Rose? What happened?" someone yelled outside the bedroom.

"Help." Rose's voice was barely audible, squeaky and shaky. That didn't stop the person outside, who threw open the door and raced inside.

Simon's hair was a dishevelled mess, his eyelids were heavy, and his shirt was crumbled up. He leaned over Rose and searched her face, concern dripping from every part of him.

"Rose, what happened?" he asked as he knelt down in front of the girl. Rose didn't move. She couldn't move. She was scared. But scared of what, she didn't know. She just knew she was scared.

Simon carefully slipped his hands around Rose's back and tugged her up into a sitting position.

"Nightmare," breathed Rose, Simon's face falling. Memories of the night he'd friend-zoned her came rushing back, how Rose had had a nightmare and come to him for help and how he'd broken her heart.

"I'm here now, it was just a dream," Simon whispered softly as he pulled Rose into him. The girl melted into his touch, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Simon placed his arms under Rose's legs and one around her back as he stood up, cradling Rose close to his chest.

"You're okay," whispered Simon as he leaned across the bed and placed Rose under the sheets. Rose couldn't take her eyes of Simon, her eyes glued to the boy who had rescued her out of a dream.

Simon, satisfied that Rose was safe in the bed, stood tall and turned to leave.

"Stay."

Rose's voice was loud in the silence, her request deafening. Simon slowly turned to face her, and Rose smiled weakly.

"Don't leave. Not yet," she whispered, her hand reaching out of the bedsheets. Simon bit his lip and looked at his ex.

He knew he shouldn't. She knew she shouldn't.

Simon nodded and climbed into the bed, next to Rose, who leaned against his chest and closed her eyes softly.

"Thank you," Rose breathed, listening to Simon's heartbeat against his chest. Simon nodded and cautiously wrapped his arms around Rose, memories and feelings from before drowning him.

Simon knew if he kept thinking of the past, the past wouldn't be the past for much longer. 


Sorry for the short chapter, it was basically a filler/chapter to build Simon and Rose. I also made a mistake last chapter, the change in perspective is next chapter, halfway through.   

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