Novel & Cerita Walk On Water Chapter 1

It was what Rollins had whispered low in my hair, half-awakened, and then I escaped out of his arm. He wasn't wrong. The first wall I walked was the western wall. And my footsteps were only faint on frost-solid ground, and my breath only slow white curls, and I have allowed myself to go not too far, just this far enough. The current opened the way a door opens when you know exactly where the handle is.

I stepped out of the elevator, out of the building, into the cold air. The wind picked up, harsh and bitter, pushing strands of hair into my face. I didn’t bother brushing them away. I kept walking. This chapter was over. The page had already turned. And I was leaving too. -- I walked. For some reason, my legs just carried me, slow and heavy, like each step was stitched to something I couldn’t see. The city around me had gone quiet, bathed in that strange shade of midnight blue where the only sounds were muffled tires on distant asphalt and the occasional wind whispering through alleyways. It was 11PM, or close enough. I hadn’t checked. I didn’t care.

Or maybe it was just wishful thinking on my part. We walked on in silence, the only sound the crunch of gravel beneath our feet. . (This chapter differs from Logan point of view to avoid repetition)

I broke out in cold sweat at the thought of what happened to me in my past lifetime. While I was struggling to break free of their grip, several classmates behind us felt unsettled and spoke up hesitantly.

For a瞬, a tendril of water lifted from the river, hanging in the air before her like a ribbon of liquid silver. It twisted. Curled. Then sank into her chest. She gasped. Not in pain. In *depth.* Coolth spread through her lungs. Her blood. Not numbing. Clarifying. She could feel, distantly, every stream that fed every river that fed every ocean. Not in detail. As a set of steady heartbeats under the world. *I will walk with you,* Water said. *Until you forget that I am not yours. Then I will remind you.*

I stood, my body trembling, a sapling in a hurricane, but I stood. The walk to the door was a marathon, a journey of a thousand painful steps, each one a victory, each one a defiance. I leaned against the doorframe, breathing hard, my vision spotted with effort. The hallway stretched before me, an impossible mile. I pushed off the wall, a soldier on a forced march. My footsteps were slow, shuffling things, an old man’s gait. The sounds from outside grew louder, the scuff of feet, the clear ring of her voice.

Darkness folded around me. “I’m ready,” I said. “I’m going to take your hand.”He said. His fingers found mine and closed gently around them. He guided me forward one careful step at a time. The tile was cool under my feet. The water sound grew louder, closer. “I’m going to pull you a little further inside,” he said. “Okay.” He drew me forward. The moment the water touched my skin, I flinched hard. Memories of water gushing through made my heart race, like I couldn't get enough air.

Guilt and regret tangled inside me, regret for severing my blood ties and shame for mistaking defiance for love. The following evening, when I descended the grand staircase, I found Ethan and Ella seated at the long dining table with Mia between them. The table was set with freshly harvested blood crystals and goblets filled with warmed crimson elixir. The dark liquid shimmered faintly in crystal glass, and the air carried the metallic sweetness of blood blended with spiced herbs. They sat close together, their silhouettes nearly touching, a portrait of domestic harmony. I stood at the top of the stairs and felt like an intruder disrupting a scene that had already decided its roles.

My heart starts pounding again. I wait. One second. Two. Three. I can feel Bruno glance at me, but I ignore it. Then I stand up too. “Water,” I mumble, gesturing vaguely toward the kitchen. No one questions it. Or maybe they do. I don’t care. I walk into the kitchen first, my pulse loud in my ears, but instead of stopping, I keep going. Down the hallway. Past the bathroom door. Which is slightly open. Of course it is.

She got home and everything continued as usual but her mom came home late which meant no dinner. Eva woke up late in the night. She got out of bed, feeling groggy and her mouth parched. She came down to grab some water. She came down the stairs, zoning in and out of sleep,just to see a plate of food in the middle of the dinning table. Her sleepiness vanished, her parched mouth drooled with saliva and her stomach rumbled. She was starving. She steppes forward. The world around her had vanished. She was like a sailor, smitten by the song and beauty of a siren. Her hand had almost grasped the spoon when she remembered the words that were written in her book.