18. Fleur
Chapter 18
Fleur
I was nearly submerged.
The water didn’t fill the coffin as drops anymore. So much rainwater had penetrated the soil that it turned into mud, and it leaked into my watery grave. It came in from all sides, bringing the cold and the filth.
There was so much water, I was practically floating, my face touching the camera as I tried to keep my mouth and nose above the waterline. I tried to dig at the bottom of the coffin, to rip a crack in the wood so the water would soak into the earth underneath, but with the water level so high, I couldn’t turn to do that and breathe at the same time.
“Fuck, I’m gonna die.”
He’s coming, he’s coming.
Bastien is coming.
He’s on his way. I know he is.
Or am I gonna die like this?
“Bastien…come on.”