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Gowson’s POV
______________________________________The sound of an engine broke the silence of the peaceful waves. Before I knew it, my hands were no longer gripping the rough wooden edge of the deck. Yet, they were out in front of me, embracing the cold waves that soon engulfed me as a whole. I began to sink my thoughts taking over my eyes as I gazed at the sunlight dancing on the broken waves. Maybe it's fate, a sign. I was meant for loneliness. To be abandoned in the large cold abyss. To be forgotten, to sink far from anyone I can hurt. I felt my consciousness waver as I drifted into eternal slumber beneath the ocean’s waves. I let my last breath go, the air escaping my mouth in bubbles. My limbs going numb as I left the realm of the living to join the spirits of my ancestors.
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Logan’s POV
______________________________________As I pulled to a stop I slam the emergency brake on. I fumble with the lock to get the door open. Ripping off my coat, shirt, and shoes, I ran over to the edge of the dock where my friend fell into. Reaching the edge of the dock I took a deep breath before diving head first into the waves whom stole my friend. I proceeded to swim the further down. It gets harder to move forward into the depths. The water felt like it froze around me keeping me in a time capsule that was meant to slow time. The horizon was murky, unsurity filled my lungs as I swam further into the darkness to find my friend lost in the depths. A silhouette in the shape of a human appeared in the distance as I was losing hope. Nearing the body I grabbed it wrapping my arm around their waist. It took all the strength I had left to pull him towards the surface, my arms were numb yet, I kept pushing forward. The waves smashed against my head as I pushed Gowson on the docks edge. I lunge out of the water throwing my arms onto the ledge pulling myself up. I get up, dripping with water moving over to my friend who is not breathing, placing my shaking hands on his chest. I push down counting one...two...three..again I repeat the process, but not before tilting his head blowing air into his mouth. One… two…. three, I push again, breath again, I feel myself losing hope but, I continue. It went on forever counting, breathing until finally the sound of coughing broke the deadly silence. Water shot from his mouth before he fell unconscious in my arms. Lifting him up I place him in the passenger seat of my car, drying him off with my shirt. I turn the heat on while going back to retrieve my spare pair of clothes to let Gowson wear. I wrap my coat around him and return to my seat still damp and shirtless. I push the clutch in, to shift to third gear, then release the gas. I drift along the paved road going with all the mountainous turns. Arriving at my house I carry Gowson to my front door, unlocking it, and heading to my bedroom. I lie him in my bed covering him in all the blankets I can find. I walk over to my window my feet sliding across the tile floor. Peering out the glass, snow danced down to the frozen grass lacing every strand. The themitor on the outside of the window reading -7.78°C. I walked over to my living room passing out on the couch without eating anything.
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~ Time Skip ~
______________________________________It’s morning, the house is quite almost like it has been abandoned, but Gowson is up stairs and I’m here struggling to open my eyes. I gather enough strength and energy to force myself upright with an immediate need to throw up. As I hobble over to the bathroom my head feels like it was split open with a sledge hammer, which was followed by the sudden wave of nausea. I stayed in the bathroom for what seemed like an hour, paralyzed and helpless. Making my way to the kitchen I clean up and call Gowson in sick for work. I place an omelet on tray and carry it up the wooden stairs to my room where Gowson was sleeping and place on the walnut night stand. I sit beside him on my bed, placing my hand on his forehead, I patted his shoulder making my way back down stairs. Moving towards the couch my head starts to feel dizzy. I manage to make it over and sit down before coughing for a good three minutes. My throat felt like someone was throwing dynamite trying to explode a coal mine. I reach in my pocket grabbing my phone before dialing. The phone rings, the dial tone echoing through the house.
“Hey, you’ve reached Vanessa please leave a message.” Letting out a sigh I redialed the number the dial tone filling the living room again. A sharp pain shot through the left side of my forehead. “ Um.. Hello, who’s calling please?” A soft mid-range voice called out.
“Hey Vanessa, I was wondering if you could do something for me. You see ..uh Gowson fell into the ocean last night so I brought him back to my place.” Silence came from the other side along with a deep breath. “ Are you still there?”
“What do you mean he fell into the ocean?” Concern filled her voice.
“Nevermind that. Do you mind coming over and helping me out, please. I’ll make it up to you any way I can. I’ll make you dinner tonight. I need to get to work.” Coughing erupted from my throat as I held the phone away from my ear, nearly toppling over from the pain.
“ Yeah sure, I’ll come over but you better explain when you get home.”
“I will, just...please…. take care of him” My voice trailed off as I grabbed pen and paper writing a note to Gowson. “ Well see ya then, remember to stay safe.” I hung up before she could say anything else. Hanging the note on the fridge, I left the house closing the door. My hand froze on the frosted door knob, I lowered my forehead to let it rest on the door. I let out a sigh, rubbing my right eye. Locking the door I made my way to work.
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~ Time Skip ~
______________________________________Leaving the agency I returned to my car, heading back down the smooth stone road to my house. I opened the door to be greeted by a fair-skinned lady with long cinnamon hair that curled at the ends. Her gray eyes glittered in the lighting welcoming me home. I walked towards her giving her a small embrace. “Thank you.” I said softly as I let go. The woman just nodded her smile as pure as a water lily under the everlasting light of a full moon. She motioned to the kitchen as her smile grew. I followed her in, to find Gowson staring at my vase with an arrangement of blue flag irises and white trilliums. “Are you feeling better?” I asked looking at Gowson.
“Eh, better I guess. What happened after I fell? I don’t really remember much.” he said letting out a sigh, his eyes reeked disappointment.
"Well there is nothing much to remember. You fell off the dock, I saved you and brought you back here."Pausing I took a breath and looked at them with a small smile. "What do you guys want for dinner?"
An hour goes by of cooking dinner. Grilled chicken soaked in maple syrup was placed over an arrangement of leaves surrounded by asparagus. We sat there eating and talking, but before long we all dispersed. Gowson and Vanessa went to the living room as I sat in my workshop. Gray filing cabinets hugged the edges of the room. I walked across the concrete floor my boots clanking pass a shelf full of bins with dates and numbers labeled on them. Reaching one of my filing cabinets, my fingers flip over each folder until reaching one that was labeled "Zima Borya". I pulled it out setting it down on my desk, looking around the room I began to read. After a while of reading my head began to feel fuzzy. I couldn't hear, the feeling of nausea swept over me almost making me lose my balance on my chair. I swiftly grabbed a nearby folder placing it over top of the one I was reading to keep it from being seen. My vision went blurry not long after it faded to black as my shoulders collided with the concrete taking my stool with me in my unconscious state.
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Notes
______________________________________*-7.78°C is 18°F for y'all US citizens
- also sorry for any spelling mistakes or grammar mistakes feel free to point them out and I'll go through and fix them
- Also sorry for the long wait I haven't had any motivation or any new ideas
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Fiksi UmumSTRONG LANGUAGE WARNING Before I knew it, my hands were no longer gripping the rough wooden edge of the deck. Yet, they were out in front of me, embracing the cold waves that soon engulfed me as a whole. I began to sink my thoughts taking over my ey...