TW: cleithrophobia (the fear of being trapped, especially in a small room or underneath the water)
Ted slid across the cool surface of the ice, letting the wind take him wherever it pleased. The ground was extremely thin --putting just the slightest bit too much pressure on one foot could send you into the chilly depths of the lake--, but he didn't care. Being on the ice made him feel at peace; it made him feel like the stress of being an adult didn't exist.
He didn't particularly ice skate. He didn't go on skates or anything-- he just enjoyed being in the presence of a frozen over lake. The wind allowed him to go across the ice at a faster pace.
There were downsides of gliding across the ice, too. Ted had severe cleithrophobia. He had to constantly think of the possibility of him falling into the water and not being able to find a way out. This time, though, those fears became a reality.
He gulped as the ice beneath him cracked, making his friends gasp. They were standing on a patch of ice in the middle of the ocean in the wintertime, their boat a few yards away from where Ted currently stood. Freezing in his tracks, he began to hear shouts from behind him, urging him to make his way back as soon as possible. The ice cracked even more, sending him into a rush to get back to the boat. As he sprinted across the frozen water, the ground beneath him snapped, sending him into the cold ocean.
A current swept him away from the opening as he tried to escape. Ted tried to push up on the ice and break some off, but the constant water assaulting him made him about as strong as an ant that's limbs have been chopped the and fed to it. He saw struggling in the distance, signifying that his friends had fallen into the water as well.
As his breath slowly left him and his vision faded to black, the only thing he could think of was how he'd doomed the very people who trusted him for years. The splintering of ice that supported him began the chain reaction, snapping all the ice and plunging everyone into the ocean's depths.
This was shorter than I am lmao
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