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The first thing Martin felt was rocks, hard and uncomfortable under his arms, his face, his everything.
He was laying on rocks. Why was he laying on rocks? They were sharp rocks too. Not pleasant, 0/10. But he was so tired. So exhausted.
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The first thing Martin heard was breathing, it wasn’t his own but it was coming near enough to be his.
A warm line pressed into his side, breathing softly and pressing feeling into his cold, wind-bitten skin.
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The first thing Martin smelt was the sea. The saltiness of the waters along with the faint tang of seaweed.
He could hear the waves as well. Lapping in the distance. A calm melody that threatened to lure him back into blissful dreams.
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The first thing Martin tasted was blood. He never liked the taste of blood. So why was he tasting it now?
He opened and closed his mouth. Remembering the bloody kiss he shared with his everything before it all went dark.
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The first thing Martin saw after his eyes flew open was Jon. Smiling peacefully and breathing in the salty air. His shirt was covered in blood but his open eyes settled on Martin and promised peace. Promised love. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever had the joy of seeing.
‘We did it, I love you’ he whispered reverently into his skin.
The first thing Martin said was ‘I love you too’ and it wasn’t the last.