Prom is right around the corner and I'm still single as a pringle :'D
But, tests is over and I'm THRIVIIINGGGG!
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So, to celebrate 5k readers, I now present you this chapter
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I gasped so hard that I inhaled a galloon of water, the liquid instantly traveling down to my lungs.
Keith's face disappeared behind the bubbles that where coming out of my mouth when I coughed, desperately trying to push out the water that were located in the wrong place of my body. Everything sounded so indistinct, so slippery and unbalanced, stuffing my ears like sharp cotton, slicing right through my oxygen. I hovered between two emotions, not being able to grasp any of them properly. There was one emotion; absolute fear. Dread for drowning again, drowning in the three words that left his mouth, that floated weightlessly in the water around us, like twirling smoke from a fire pit. Fear that I couldn't put my feet on solid ground, that his words had forever eliminated my chances of being grounded.
But then there was the other emotion; confusion. Bemused about what he was saying, what he was mouthing so clearly underwater, and despite it being completely inaudible, it was still ringing loudly in my head. Confused about what he meant, if he meant what he was implying, if it wasn't just the lack of sleep twisting my brain into disorientation - it was night after all, and not once had I managed to shut down to rest.
But none of these two emotions mattered at the moment, because I was currently choking on water, and I was too frantic to pull myself up, just like last time I had successfully made a complete fool out of myself and almost died in a lake. And just like last time, the same adamant pressure on my arm hoisted me upwards, so fast that I could almost feel my neck crack by the hard whiplash.
And just like an audio played on reverse, the muffled sound dispersed from my ears, as my head rose to the surface, the sharp and prickly feeling in both my face and chest more obvious than when I was submerged. I started coughing full on as soon as the top half of me was above water, my coughs wet and raucous, almost surprising myself. I had my eyes pinched closed all the time, so I had no idea how Keith must have looked right now, only that he must have been the one to push me backwards - through all the chaos that was happening in my throat, I could feel the water brushing faster against my sides - until I could feel something solid and tickly prod at my spine, which I assumed was the beginning of the grassy ground that surrounded the lake.I doubled over, trying so hard to push out the unwelcomed liquid in my lungs, my coughs ringing louder than the lake further away from us. Through it all, I could feel hard pats on my back, striking rhythmically, making it easier to dislocate the water from my pipelines. By the time I had managed to shove a great amount of it out, I was exhausted, slumping forward in defeat, my face immediately hitting something solid, something warm against my damp cheek. I emitted a raspy groan, closing my eyes, taking a moment to let my heartbeats cool down, for my breathing to turn into something less fitful. My shoulders sank down when the last water had made it out of my throat, when the last drop of energy had been spilled from my body, and I felt like I could fall asleep just like this, with my face pressed softly against Keith's bare collar, his strong heartbeats thumping just under my ear. My ears clicked fully open, and I could hear his breaths over me, so close to me, and the waterfall roaring in the background. I sighed.
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