Literature
Regret (Chapter 1)
I feel like I'm… floating…
Italy opened his eyes slowly, heavy sleep still tugging at his eyelids as he struggled to keep them open. He blinked, furrowing his brows lightly at seeing only blue around him, the top surface filtering distorted sunlight through.
I'm… under water?
He lightly pushed his arms upward and kicked his feet downwards, pulling himself to the surface. It wasn't very long before his head broke through to the top, mostly a bright blue void being all he could see. Most likely the sky. He noticed however, he wasn't even holding his breath. It was as if he didn't need to breathe at all…
He disregard