ARC - When you're the only one left
“Evan.”
The voice was a soft whisper on the wind carried across the distance of a millennium. The accented lilt conjured the image of a woman peaceful in sleep. Her auburn hair haloed a face unmarred by lines.
Closer. “Evan. It’s time.” The voice was strong and insistent.
Time?
Time, for what?
“Evan.” She sounded closer and coincided with the slamming of his heart against his ribcage like the first beat of life.
The serenity of her image behind his lids altered when her emerald eyes flew open wide, scared. “Don’t forget about me.”
He tried to lift a hand to cup her cheek, to reassure, but his limbs felt thick and weighty, unmovable. His breathing echoed hoarse in his ears and water gurgled all around.
Her image floated and faded in rhythm to the beats of his pulse.
The voice was a soft whisper on the wind carried across the distance of a millennium. The accented lilt conjured the image of a woman peaceful in sleep. Her auburn hair haloed a face unmarred by lines.
Closer. “Evan. It’s time.” The voice was strong and insistent.
Time?
Time, for what?
“Evan.” She sounded closer and coincided with the slamming of his heart against his ribcage like the first beat of life.
The serenity of her image behind his lids altered when her emerald eyes flew open wide, scared. “Don’t forget about me.”
He tried to lift a hand to cup her cheek, to reassure, but his limbs felt thick and weighty, unmovable. His breathing echoed hoarse in his ears and water gurgled all around.
Her image floated and faded in rhythm to the beats of his pulse.
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