Tyrone’s eyes glanced at the sky, before transporting himself into the shadows. He sees a small child standing in a grave. The vision was not something he’d want anyone to see. Swiftly after, his body forcefully crashed onto the seaside near the water. Tyrone’s head fell back and buried itself into the sand. He laid motionless. The sounds of the water were peaceful.
With moments passing, he pushed his weight up marginally, as a heavy grunt split from his mouth. The hood of Tyone’s jacket slipped from his shoulders. His face scrunched into a narrow frown. Lifting up his hand, Tyrone covered the side of the face with his wrist for a moment, before pulling it away. His dark chocolate hues diverted their gaze up. The more he tried to leave the island, the more difficult to escape it became.
Tyrone knew he was stronger than this, or at least that is what Tandy liked to tell him. Maybe Tyrone was right, he isn’t some great divine pairing, though he did help kick Andre’s ass which was satisfying. To his. surprise he saw another standing a few feet from him. A sigh broke from his mouth.“ You, didn’t see that did you?”