They made eye contact.

His eyes were red just a moment ago, now they had his life pulsing through them. A shining golden instead.

They were connected.

He saw the golden eyes shift from the joy of reunin to terror as he reached out to save him, shouting at him, warning him.

It was to late.

They made eye contact as he thrust his fingers out to catch himself on the edge, or reach for a tool, or wait for a hand, but his head dipped below the surface and there was nothing.

Scar stared in the mirror. The golden eyes that were so desperate to save him a fading memory as he looked at his anger filled, blood red eyes. It wasn't Grian's fault, in fact, both him and Joel had felt it when Scar died, but the southerners would have to pay.

100 words? Yes. And I'm proud. It's 3rd life, but I figured I'd post it here, enjoy your sliver of content :]

As always have a woderful day/night, know you're loved and valid<3