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Black In the Water

Where mystery meets romance... —Excerpt— We lay next to each other, both of us not saying a thing, but I feel comfortable. I don’t have the impulse to have to talk to him to avoid an awkward silence because it has never been awkward with Ash, I realise. “You asleep?” he whispers to me. “Nope,” I reply quietly. “It’s weird because my body is so tired but I can’t seem to shut my brain off.” “Me neither,” he says. I hear the crackling of the fresh sheet under us move and realise Ash has turned to face me. “Uhm, what?” I ask dubiously. “Nothing, I’m just trying to find a comfortable position.” “Okay,” I say as I stare at him in the dim glow of the candles. Ash stares back at me, his hand lifts to push away a strand of hair that has fallen into my eyes, then he closes his eyes. He is asleep in the next moment, with his hand frozen on my cheek. Usually, with anyone else, I would push his hand away because it feels wrong and uncomfortable. But his caress felt good against the slight burn on my skin. And as he rests his hand on my cheek, I can’t help but think about how no one has ever held me close to them and makes me feel this way. Even though Ash and I are far from holding each other close, just a touch of his hand comforts me in ways that others’ hugs have tried and failed. Without much thinking, I push Ash’s fallen hair out of his eyes and rest my hand against his cheek. In the next moment, as my eyes start to droop, I feel a pull of his cheek against my palm and realise he is smiling. —————————————————————————————————————————— When an apartment building is plagued by a strange substance in its water, its residents uncover a foreboding mystery that will perish them all. With a deadly fog that blocks their escape, they must now forget their differences and work together to overcome the horrifying events that ultimately threaten their survival.

krydwen · sci-fi
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203 Chs

Apartment 15. Olivia Holton. Scars and Markers

Waking up in Tamara and Caleb's spare bedroom, I have to blink my eyes a few times and let the blood flow to my brain before the confusion clears. I know right away that it must have been no more than a few hours that I slept, my body doesn't feel as well-rested as it would if I were to sleep a full night's sleep of eight hours and, in addition, it doesn't look like the candle height on the nightstand has decreased much. I chose not to blow it out before I went to sleep. The darkness is suffocating now, it makes me conscious of the fact that just beyond the glass of the bedroom's window is a thick deadly fog that will kill me if I so much as let a sliver of air in. At least by the lonely candlelight, it shows me if the room has been breached by the murky outside air. 

"Livvy?" I hear a small voice from the crack in the doorway. Tamara is standing behind the door, peeking her blue eyes through the crack to see if I am awake.