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Darkness pressed against my eyes, heavy and endless, until the weight began to lift, and something soft surrounded me

instead. Pillows.

I was face down in them, my cheek crushed into their warmth, the familiar scent of clean sheets and faint coffee wrapping around me.

I blinked, my vision blurry and sluggish, as I tried to lift my head. But my body felt like lead, and my arms refused to cooperate. I let out a groan and sank back into the pillows.

Then I felt it. Gentle fingers threading through my hair, soothing and rhythmic, grounding me.

"Jess?" I murmured, my voice muffled against the fabric.

She was there, half-

sitting beside me with a mug of coffee cradled in one hand. Her other hand moved through my hair, brushing back the damp strands that clung to my forehead. She didn't say anything, just kept looking at me with those. impossibly bright eyes, a soft smile playing on her lips I blinked again, trying to shake the fog in my head, but it didn't help. "I think I fell off the boat," I muttered into the pillow.

Jess nodded, her smile widening just a little. "You did, babe."

damn Jess. It sent

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so sharp it stole my

in my throat growing. "Fuck." My voice cracked, and I closed my eyes, trying to stop myself from becoming one big fucking blubbering mess. "I wanted to get off that island so

fingers never faltered, never stopped moving through

I buried my face deeper into the pillow. "Now, I probably won't get to see you ever again. I'm so sorry,

didn't speak, didn't pull away. She just kept stroking her fingers through my hair, gentle and steady, like it was the on Eventually, I forced myself to look up, my vision

still soft and smiling, but it was different now.

was like something was

it, but the more I moved, the harder I

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forming words I couldn't understand. The sound of her voice

voice was desperate, raw, as I strained against whatever was holding me. "Say something-anything. Please tell me

as her voice whispered through the air again, I caught one word, clear and distinct amidst the blur

was okay... was it okay to let go? Was I dying at the

burned, my throat screamed, and the next breath I took tasted like salt and fire. My eyes flew open, the dream. shattering as I was

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