Drowning. Misa was drowning. No matter how much she clawed at her throat and flailed her arms to get to the surface, she couldn’t get the breath of fresh air her body craved. Her heart rate galloped against her ribcage, her lungs ignited into a painful fire, her vision blurred against the light.
Misa opened her mouth to cry out for help, but her voice was clogged at her throat. She couldn’t breathe.
Misa. A voice from the depth echoed to her. Misa’s head throbbed. Misa! She stopped struggling, resigning her fate to the endless ocean surrounding her. Misa! The voice wasn’t something Misa could hear. It was more of a feeling, something so abstract that Misa wondered if it was her subconscious. It sounded neither male nor female, but a mixture of the many people she’d come into
