.. The water felt cold, her entire was tender to it's needle like pain, her eyes stung when she opened them, desperate to see just MAYBE, she would be saved at the last minute, by SOMEONE... when the crew left her to die, not a single care in the world.
.. When she saw a sort of, figure rush inside the room.. it was merely moments, when her lungs began to burn slightly with air, she noticed.. the figure whom's lips were on hers, who.. almost looked like shinsou.
it was warm-everything was warm...she could feel salty sea breeze ruffling her hair, hear the gentle lapping of waves...there was rough stone against her back, her clothes stiff and wet and her hair caked with salt-
... Land.. It.. It was land! Dry, LAND!.. Finally, she could do whatever she wanted, she no longer had to be forced to listen, freedom, FREED-... what... what about.. shinsou..
