She was heavy.
She could feel her body sinking deeper into the darkness, but no matter how hard she struggled she continued to drop. She knew it was her dress weighing her down, the fabric soaking in so much water that it turned itself into an anchor, determined to reach the bottom. Odette would be struggling as well, but she had lost her grip on her sister when they had both been thrown from the ship. The water was too dark for her to see anything other than the small bit of light that was reflecting off the surface of the water, showing her which way was up.
Was this how she was going to die? The voice had not shown her this death but who was to say he had shown her all of them? Either way, in all the different scenarios, it was never just her life that was lost. The life inside of he
