There's the sensation of something ghosting over his cheek and, without even opening his eyes, Mathias lifts his fingers to flick it away
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After a full minute, she hasn't moved. Standing in thong sandals and a skirt riding up her thighs, the delicate lining of her sinuses burns, her eyes, the palms of her hands, that acid fuzz clinging to her clothes and hair.
Her eyes are wide, fixed on the curve of Eric's back, and she chokes on a sob, her hand searching blindly for Mathias's own.
"What are we doing here? What the fuck are we doing here?" she gasped.
Mathias's fingers close around Stacy's and it's so much like it was the first time around that, for a moment, he can't breathe either. He struggles to fill his lungs and his shoulders heave and he thinks about how, somewhere down there, Henrich's body is lying alone. No longer buried on the island.
"You remember being on the island?" he asks, finally registering her words. Glancing at her, he says, "You remember."
But that doesn't mean anything at all. They're still here and Eric is still sitting across the clearing from them and there's still so much blood.
"I remember. Why wouldn't I remember?" she asked, her eyes wide and damp with overwhelming panic.
"Oh my God, Mathias." Had they ever even left this place? They couldn't have both had the same dream, could they? No. No, they couldn't. So why were they standing there and why was...
Oh God.
"Eric? Eric, baby," she said, her voice high and tight, terrified that he would answer and terrified that he wouldn't. She took a step forward, but she couldn't bring herself to let go of Mathias's hand.
"What's happening?" he asks, although he doesn't expect Stacy to have an answer. He feels her start toward Eric and he wants to go with her, but he wants to check to tent, too. Maybe they can find Jeff inside. Maybe it isn't too late to save him.
"We should... do you want to check on Eric?" he asks, his hand shaking even as he tightens his hold on Stacy's. It's too much to take in right now and he's not the leader, which is why they need to find Jeff. Jeff is the leader, he can tell them what to do.
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After a full minute, she hasn't moved. Standing in thong sandals and a skirt riding up her thighs, the delicate lining of her sinuses burns, her eyes, the palms of her hands, that acid fuzz clinging to her clothes and hair.
Her eyes are wide, fixed on the curve of Eric's back, and she chokes on a sob, her hand searching blindly for Mathias's own.
"What are we doing here? What the fuck are we doing here?" she gasped.
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"You remember being on the island?" he asks, finally registering her words. Glancing at her, he says, "You remember."
But that doesn't mean anything at all. They're still here and Eric is still sitting across the clearing from them and there's still so much blood.
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"Oh my God, Mathias." Had they ever even left this place? They couldn't have both had the same dream, could they? No. No, they couldn't. So why were they standing there and why was...
Oh God.
"Eric? Eric, baby," she said, her voice high and tight, terrified that he would answer and terrified that he wouldn't. She took a step forward, but she couldn't bring herself to let go of Mathias's hand.
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"We should... do you want to check on Eric?" he asks, his hand shaking even as he tightens his hold on Stacy's. It's too much to take in right now and he's not the leader, which is why they need to find Jeff. Jeff is the leader, he can tell them what to do.
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