Refraction - w. clark
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Last published Tue, Sep 2, 2025
The light hits the wave and scatters what the water once knew. It bends and channels and grasps for normalcy but finds nothing. There's nowhere to retreat, forever stuck in this new world until the light leaves. No one can breathe underwater and no can hear the world change. They can only look through the glass and stare through. Some changes are slight, they alter the perception and embrace the new. Others are rough and drag cold, sharpened nails down your throat until your screams turn into silent echoes.
But everybody knows deep down. There is no screamin' underwater.
| a/n : will be updating more frequently on ao3 and crossposting back here. |
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