[ Sorry, but death is ugly in most places. It's actually kind of nightmare inducing.
maybe she doesn't remember those words verbatim, but she understands that sentiment clearly, now. she's left with the stench of death, cold and coppery, the dark color of fatigue smudged under her eyelids.
another sacrifice. another drop of blood in the ocean that's already been spilled.
fortunately the memory withdraws itself before it can settle like a stain. but... she's worried. ]
...I'm sorry.
[ she won't ask if he's okay. she could feel that he wasn't. ]
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maybe she doesn't remember those words verbatim, but she understands that sentiment clearly, now. she's left with the stench of death, cold and coppery, the dark color of fatigue smudged under her eyelids.
another sacrifice. another drop of blood in the ocean that's already been spilled.
fortunately the memory withdraws itself before it can settle like a stain. but... she's worried. ]
...I'm sorry.
[ she won't ask if he's okay. she could feel that he wasn't. ]