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It smells intoxicating.
Except that’s not the right word. Not intoxicating, but appetizing. Delectable in an impossible way like the pull of magnets separated by hand, and Danny salivates at the lively warm glow of the green waters below.
Something in his core desperately craves it, and he’s aware, suddenly, of the deathly cold hunger within him ever since the accident. Once easy to ignore, and now impossible to resist. Not when he’s this close and getting closer, starving for life ever since his death.
“Danny, don’t-” someone screams, voice unrecognizable as he leaps forward and plunges into the pit.