Hi there everyone! I’ve been playing the last of us again and my mind just ran off with some thoughts. Thoughts that turned into drabbles. This is one of them. I wrote it down, not sure where I want to go with it. IF I want to go somewhere with it. I hope you all like It. Please feel free to comment or anything else. I haven’t done anything before on Tumblr.
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There was a moment. One moment. These few seconds in time where a choice that I made could influence the future ahead of us. A moment that felt so unimportant if I didn’t feel the things that i felt at that moment.
That feeling of dread and danger. My stomach just dropping down like a brick on the ground. I almost felt like I was choking. But I needed to calm myself. The fear was almost paralyzing me. If I would let it control me, it would mean death for him. I had to get myself together and push trough.
I felt my feet move while I wax carrying myself forward. Towards this person that I was trying to reach. This person that I felt that I needed to save. Everyone else could die. But not him.
My arm was already reaching out before I even came close to him. My mind set on that one goal. I saw someone else turning around to look at me. A strange look in his eyes while he follower my movements. I didn’t care. I was looking at the man in front of me. His back was to me and I could not see his face.
His brown jacket was open and hanging loosely around his form. He had a scarf around his neck to protect him from the freezing cold. The same freezing coldness that I felt in my gut.
My footsteps came closer to him and made little patterns in the snow. I crushed it under my feet as I walked. The sound of it made the man in front of me turn around. His posture relaxed. Safe. He had no idea what was coming for him.
As he turned around, I found his eyes looking at mine directly. His head turned to the side a bit. He almost looked confused. His eyebrows shooting down a bit and his lips tightening in a firm line.
He could not even make a sound before my hand had finally reached him. I grabbed onto his arm and I grabbed it tight. Like my grip could stop him from the fate that I knew was coming his way.
His eyes moved down for a split second, looking at my hand grabbing his arm. Then he looked up again, ready to say something to me. There was no time. I was afraid that he would pull away before I could even show him how important my words were.
His lips moved and he opened his mouth to say something, when I stopped him.
‘ please don’t’ I pleaded him. My eyes growing wider to show my desperation. Tears already forming in my eyes as my fear came back at me with full force.
