<lungs stinging, burning as the oxygen keeping me alive started to diminish. The spots in my vision made it all so real. Two hands on my shoulders shake me. “Magnus, are you okay? You were making strange sounds and breathing funny. You woke me up. “ oh... I wasn’t dying. Not yet.
|[There’s water filling my body every crevice, every Orpheus that is submerged is covered. I stopped struggling I stopped fighting. No one was coming to save me. Just like at home I had been forgotten looked over. There was nothing for me here. I was nothing. I could feel my >