“Come out, come out, wherever you are.”
My heart skips a beat; that's Jayden, I know it is. I drop the wind and lean into Brooke’s vines. After searching a few places for the perfect view I almost claw an opening just to see if I'm right. I barely see anything between the black smoke and the cacoon; I can just make out someone legs about ten feet away from us. Whoever it is, they're looking past us and into the clearing I landed in.
Just like before, my body pulls toward him; every muscle tightens up and the desire to be near him, to touch him, to just hear his voice again, calls to every inch of me. I bit my lip to keep myself from screaming, I have to make sure it's him.
Letting the desire move me higher and dig another opening through Brooke’s vines; hesitating for a moment, wondering if I'm hurting Brooke. But she doesn't move in complaint nor dose she stop me from moving her branches aside. So I keep my hands where are. - in bracing her vines.
He takes a slow step forward and I move with him as I rip open the vines for a better view. It appears that I'm moving slowly up his body, with each view getting better and better first his legs, then his stomach, chest. By the time he has taken three steps I am fully standing, and see a full view of his face. His glorious, beautiful breathtaking face. -Jayden’s face.
Peering at him, I'm almost afraid of what I see. I expected him to be hurt after fighting with Zailor, possibly even dead but he isn’t. He walks past us perfectly, not even a limp in his step. There's no stress in his face no worry or fear, he's... calm. Wickedly calm.
There's a sudden prick on my finger where Brooke sprouts a thorn; but I'm not sure what she wants I'm not even sure if I care. Because, I'm looking at Jayden and he is alive. Alive. Alive. Alive. My mind sings.
When the air inside the cacoon sinks to my shoulders I didn't notice. When more thorns apear, I simply moved aside and when the black smoke creeps through the gaps I made I breathe it in like an old friend coming home. I don't however, choke to death. But the fear of losing Jayden forever, deepens into my stomach.
The smell inside the cacoom was horrible musky and moldy at same time. Without even questioning my sanity, panic rises to full force. I'm going to die here. I'll be trapped in this cacoon forever and ever. My body starts searching through Brooke’s vines, as fast as I can. There has to be a way out of this cacoon. I can't die here. I can't die without Jayden. I move downward, reaching through the gaps. -sucking in more black smoke. I begin to shack but my body moves freely on its own, searching and searching until I hit the ground.
A memory drifs in and out, as my muscles grow weaker and weaker. My right arm starched out under Brooke's vines, my head softly settles on the ground I see... yellow. A yellow ribbon, yellow dress. My hand intertwined with someone elses hand. As the yellow ribbon is wrapped around our arms. -once, twice, three time around. My lips form words with only a whisper. "I am yours and you are mine. My echo, my song, my life, my nightingale."
A familiar earrie feeling tickles down my spine as two hands grip my out strached arm. Without realizing it those hands are dragging my body through the dirt and mud underneath Brooke’s cacoon. I don't help them, or fight them I simply do as I'm told. Be still. The black smoke said. Be still.
Brooke's vains wave themselves around my middle and scrap down my body. I can't really be sure, but I don't think Jayden is dragging me, he would be more... gently with his touch. When my body suddenly slams to the ground, air puffs out of my lungs in a rushing waterfall of black smoke. Brooke still holds onto my right foot and Jayden is turning around slowly with an odd look on his face.
We stare at each other for a long moment wait for the other one to move or I don't know... speak. But when his breath touches the air. "Raynee”
That's all I need. The urge to be near him is too strong. Desire fills my insides and I yank my foot out of Brooke’s branches- stumbling forward. I stand up quickly. -bracing myself. As soon as I stop for a second I realize there he is and here I am. -We're together. The most incredible feeling comes over me and my mother fitters through my mind. "He is my nightingale. Without a doubt."
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