Washing Ashore Red
~Calypso~ I woke up in the grass, James's arms wrapped around me. The sun has risen, and my legs feel wet. We must have fallen asleep to close to the shore. I sit up and I see the small waves washing ashore red. I looked down to my legs where blood was streaming down to my ankles. I grab James's shirt in my fist, waking him up and yell "Alacard" he came so fast the air blew in our direction as he arrived. He looked at the scene, eyes wide. "It is happening" Alacard says. "I need to get to her!" I say, standing up a little light headed from the blood loss. "No, stop Calypso. We decided to leave her to her consequences" Alacard responds. "No, Alacard. I say what I have decided, and I've decided to go to her" I reach for my phone strapped to my leg, but it is covered and sticky
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