Drowning in Guilt
Author: D.twister
last update2025-09-29 02:19:31

The shipping container was filling faster now.

Elena Chen pressed her face against the small air pocket at the top, salt water lapping at her chin.

Her designer clothes clung to her body, and her perfectly manicured nails were already blue from cold.

I'm going to die in here. And it's my own fault.

The thought hit her harder than the icy Atlantic water. Through her fading System connection, she could sense Emma trying to reach her from hundreds of miles away.

Emma's risking her life to save me. After everything I've done.

Elena closed her eyes and let the truth wash over her like the rising water. The guilt she'd buried for three years finally surfaced.

"I killed them," she whispered to the darkness. "I killed my own family."

The shipping container groaned as the ship hit another wave. Water sloshed higher, covering Elena's mouth briefly before receding.

Maybe thirty minutes of air left, if she was lucky.

Chen Mei-Lin from Hong Kong. Twenty-two years old, studying international law
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