The Boy Who Danced on Water

Lost

I woke up from my nap on Cyrus' bed. It was soft and warm, I wanted to be gone. I wanted to leave the emptiness that was the tree.

The water in my body puled through my veins and it tugged me out of the tree. I followed willingly, slipping out the back door and creeping down the wooded path to the river.

The water lapped over and the small waves crashed onto the mud-laced hills. I sighed happily and wadded my way into the water. It was just what I needed to get my mind off things.

The water knew, it knew I wanted to be enveloped in it's cool touch. So it didn't part like I assumed it would, no, instead the water slowed. It slowed to almost a stop, and it twirled its waves around me. Like my own protective bubble.

I flipped onto my back and let my curls fall out in the water. My ears were covered in the water so I couldn't hear anything around me.

All the noise in my head washed away and I wanted to go with it. My whole existence was water, and water's whole existence was me. I sighed and dipped my head under the water. It was calm under here, quiet too.

My lungs swelled with water, but I wasn't drowning. I was breathing. It was calmer.

Arms wrapped around my shoulders and yanked me from the water. I groaned slightly and fell into the warm embrace of someone. They held me in a tight grip, smashing me against their chest.

I gasped and pushed myself back on their chest. The face that greeted me was one I had always hoped to see again.

"Cy!" I squealed and clung to him, never wanting to let go. He tussled my hair and kept squeezing me.

I couldn't tell what was on my face more, tears or water. My brother was home.

Then from behind us a sweet, calm voice came out. "We thought she took you. Don't ever run off again."

Cyrus set me on the soft grass and kept his hand on my shoulder. "Cut him a break, Em. He had a rough night."

She smiled down at me and picked me up, "I missed you, kid." She spoke into my hair. She sounded like she was crying, but Emily never cries.

I was still dripping wet, and now I'm shivering. Cyrus picked me up again, into his chest. I wasn't crying or upset. In fact I was quite calm...just cold.

My whole body was heavy and I wanted to sleep. "Cy...can I go to bed."

He smirked and carried me to the tree. I nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck and relaxed into his arms. Cyrus' tears were falling into my hair, I didn't complain. The tears were better than him not being here at all.

The trip home was a sort of blur, I wasn't exactly what happened. But I did remember Cyrus covering me up in my room. I remember him flipping off the lights and muttering, "Goodnight Poppet."

-------------Emily's POV-----

I tackled Cyrus into a hug. He really was home, he was physically here. The tears were spilling over my eye lids and I was overjoyed. When we took Coda home from his swim, the little guy wasn't looking too well.

I didn't mention it but when I hugged him, his head was hot. Even for being in the sun. I think our little buddy was sick.