#drifting deeper

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ok ok i posted it in ff.net so here have a sequel of

Drifting deeper

Summary:

Will is in a coma after an accident that he can come out of anytime. But he stays there, within the last save corners, behind the last save walls, because it’s before he fell, before everything he based himself on in the last months gave away, before he knew who the Chesapeake Ripper was, before he hated what he felt.

  It changes. Sometimes its dark brown, sometimes its so blue he believes it’s the ocean.

Or the sea. He is nor sure. He might just be in a depth, in a dimness, in a darkness shot with lights. He’s only sure of the motion. He’s in motion, he’s in movement, and the movement is bluish brown.

He floats in shades of Oakwood, drifts through cerulean water lines, tumbles in sapphire and iris and ultramarine skies, and sometimes he drowns in hazel brown, smooth and promising.

He remembers searching for this hazel like shade of brown. It’s hard to find it in the woods, harder to find than the socks Winston steals. It’s even rarer if you search it in people, even harder if you’re Will Graham, avoiding their eyes. He had to time precisely, had to catch him in sunlight and say his name so that he turns his head just at the right angle to the light, and oh so very fortunate he found it, in his eyes, caught a glimpse of it, perfect, fathomless, hazel brown.

He drowns in it now, when he’s lucky.

He can climb out of here any time he wants to.

He doesn’t.

  It was arbitrary. It fit no pattern, solved no crime(it could still if he would tell anyone),sealed no sacrifice. It was just a step off a curb, a glance at the dissolving stag, and just time enough to think, “ How didn’t I notice that?” as the car he couldn’t get away from knocked him flying, up against a wall and down into the brown and blue.

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