i could be the reason you can't sleep at night
The dream unfolds with a suffocating sense of inevitability, a dark shadow cast over every desperate moment. Jack's body is crumpled on the ground, his skin pale, his lips tinged with blue. Flora scrambles, her fingers fumbling for the revivify feather in his pocket, her heart pounding so loudly she can hardly hear her own thoughts. But the feather—it's wrong. It's broken, or it simply doesn’t work. She calls out, her voice raw as she screams for her Dads but there’s no answer, just the sound of Pierce's laughter echoing back to her.
The seconds drag, each one feeling like an eternity, and the world seems to blur around the edges. She’s holding Jack, cradling him to her chest, feeling his warmth slip away. She calls again, her voice cracking, but still, no one comes. Time stretches out, a terrible, endless limbo, and she watches, helpless, as the light fades from his eyes.
Flora wakes with a gasp, her eyes flying open, her breath catching in her throat. The cabin is dark, the chill of the night air seeping in (or was that Jack's magic?), and she feels her heart racing, her chest tight with panic. She stifles the sound that threatens to escape her, her hand flying to her mouth as she tries to choke back the sob that rises.
Flora squeezes her eyes shut, her heart still pounding, the dream lingering like a bruise on her soul. The fear of losing Jack again, even for just a few hours, feels like a weight pressing down on her, and she takes a shaky breath, trying to calm the rush of emotions swirling inside her. She shifts closer to him, nuzzling into the crook of his neck and breathing in the lingering scent of salt and sun that not even death have been able to scrub from his skin.
The seconds drag, each one feeling like an eternity, and the world seems to blur around the edges. She’s holding Jack, cradling him to her chest, feeling his warmth slip away. She calls again, her voice cracking, but still, no one comes. Time stretches out, a terrible, endless limbo, and she watches, helpless, as the light fades from his eyes.
Flora wakes with a gasp, her eyes flying open, her breath catching in her throat. The cabin is dark, the chill of the night air seeping in (or was that Jack's magic?), and she feels her heart racing, her chest tight with panic. She stifles the sound that threatens to escape her, her hand flying to her mouth as she tries to choke back the sob that rises.
Flora squeezes her eyes shut, her heart still pounding, the dream lingering like a bruise on her soul. The fear of losing Jack again, even for just a few hours, feels like a weight pressing down on her, and she takes a shaky breath, trying to calm the rush of emotions swirling inside her. She shifts closer to him, nuzzling into the crook of his neck and breathing in the lingering scent of salt and sun that not even death have been able to scrub from his skin.
