A Little Bit Of Fate

I need that book in the media though.

This chapter will be in Third-person, just so ya know.

And um... Grab some tissues I guess.

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How long had he been floating?

Feeling himself be tossed around in the pitch-black darkness, he gasped for air... but his mouth met salty water instead. Trying to spit it out, he struggled against the never-ending waves pulling him down. He kicked his legs as hard as he could, causing him to breach the surface momentarily. He was able to take in the fresh salty air that he needed to survive. But then another wave came and dragged him under. He struggled...but the surface just got further away from him.

Rephrase. How long had he been floating, sinking, struggling, and floating again?

His chest heaved with the effort, but he knew he couldn't give up. He wouldn't give up!

It had been hours. That's how long. Hours of fighting the freezing, wild ocean! He didn't want to admit it, but it's true.

He struggled more, but with each wave, he seems to be sinking further down. His lungs burned for air. He kicked his legs as hard as he could, using his arms as much as possible. But with every stride, the surface just rose higher and higher away from him.

No! He thought desperately, struggling. I-I can't...

For a short moment, he powered towards the surface. He kicked as hard as he could, harder than he had been before. He was getting closer!

But he barely got halfway, before he lost all of his energy. Against his will, he was sinking down again. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't breach the surface.

As the minutes without oxygen slowly passed, his vision soon became foggy and distorted, his body becoming limp on its own.

He was drowning.

Baby blue eyes gazed up at the sun high above the surface, as the water pulled him further and further down to the ocean floor.

His heart panged with sadness and guilt. His mind was on one person, and one person only.

Yep, as he drowned all alone, she was all he could think about. How could he not?

Was she safe? He hoped so. He really hoped so.

Because Tuffnut Lavern Thorstan would never forgive himself if his twin was dead as well.

Tears shed, mixing with the ocean water. His eyes finally fluttered shut, his mouth parting. His last thoughts, as everything fades away, are on the most important person in his life, his twin sister. The sister he wanted to spend his entire life with. The sister who he had been with since the start. The sister he had been separated from unwillingly. The best sister anyone could ask for.

Mum should have named you Tuff.

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⚆ _ ⚆ Did...did I just kill off my favourite character? ⚆ _ ⚆

...I did...didn't I.

This seriously wasn't 🄼🅴🄰🅽🅃 to happen...

*hides behind shield* Don't hunt me down! *dodges airborne chair* Please! *ducks out of the way of a piano* I'm sorry, ok! *sees a caravan slam into the ground close to my head* how are you this strong?! *runs*

I know it's short, but expect another chapter about this size in a couple of days to make up for it.

Quote of the Chapter:
My sister: don't talk to me like that or I will sit on you!