~Noelle~
Breathing was slowly becoming an issue. The voice in my head kept telling me to eat an apple. But when Dante brought me one, I threw it up. The voice was insistent that I get an apple. And my instincts all pointed to that island. It feels safe. Something is coming. Something really bad is coming and that island is going to be my safe haven. It's going to be the place where I can regain the strength that I've lost. My stomach feels both full and empty. My arms are too weak to even lift a spoon. Only during the day do I seem to get a bit of myself back.
Dante won't take me to the island. He says Lucifer and Shepherd are checking it for any signs of danger, and I one hundred percent understand but the craving for an apple is slowly becoming unbearable.
Spoiler alert, it's not slow at all. It's been unbearable since it first arrived. Every morsel of my body wants me off this ship, and on that island.
Dante.
