Chapter 47

TW//Blood, major character death

Tivon was sinking.

The water was stifling the sound, but he could still hear the cannons firing, the wood falling into the sea, passing him, around him, sinking with him. His body felt heavy but at the same time lighter with every second that came.

He could still feel the knife in his heart, the sharp blade in his body. With every beat his heart made, made the sea redder around him. He didn't know why he was sinking; his body and mind were turning numb.

The world around him turned darker and colder, the sea was hugging him in its arms.

For a second, he could hear him. He thought he just imagined it. His voice. His soft voice. He wanted to hear it again. He wanted to hold him one last time. His soft hair, his smooth skin. He wanted to go home. He wanted to go to him. Tivon reached his hand to him, hoping that he would grab it, hold it and pull him in his arms.

But nobody grabbed his hand. Nobody came.

Tivon's eyes were heavy, he was tired. He wanted to sleep. He wanted to rest. Tivon let his hand fall. He let the cold darkness take him, hug him in its embrace one last time.

The last thing he could hear was his name before he couldn't feel anything anymore before there was nothing anymore.

Not a sound, not a feel, not a smell.

Not even himself.