I felt like I had just been pulled out from drowning.
My body hit the ground on my knees, hands trembling as I sucked on air like some madman.
For a second, I didn't even know where I was. My head ached and my vision swam with black spots, my whole body feeling like it wasn't even mine.
I was back, I realised.
I stared down at my own shaky fingers, blood and dust smeared over my knuckles. The metallic taste in my mouth made me gag, and when I spat, it came out red.
My throat stung, arms shaking, but deep inside…there was silence.
The other version of me, the one that always pushed, screamed, cursed me while I didn't even know was gone.
A slow quietness filled my chest. My body was my own again.
"Noah."
I turned my head slowly inside my mind. Damien's soul floated there, his imaginary face seemingly pale and wet with sweat.
Meanwhile Dario, for the first time everything started, his eyes didn't look like he was about to cut me down.
