-She barely managed a strained, whispered, desperate 'please don't go' before it all seemed to just suddenly... end. The ink was a black void where a person had just been, a more fitting metaphor for the emptiness in that moment than she could ever think of.
The room was quiet. The air was still. Tears rolled over her cheeks, dripping into the ink itself, and there was a desperate part of her that wondered if there was some magic spell that might bring him back to life using those tears, but nothing continued to happen for the small eternity she sat there and cried...-
I'm... I'm not leaving you here. -She said it again, as if drawn by madness, but she was tearing fabric again, this time from her own shirt, and... started to wipe up the ink. It felt absolutely insane, but in her grief, she didn't care. These were... these were his remains. And she wasn't about to let the man who saved her life grow stale in this dark, terrible hell.
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The room was quiet. The air was still. Tears rolled over her cheeks, dripping into the ink itself, and there was a desperate part of her that wondered if there was some magic spell that might bring him back to life using those tears, but nothing continued to happen for the small eternity she sat there and cried...-
I'm... I'm not leaving you here. -She said it again, as if drawn by madness, but she was tearing fabric again, this time from her own shirt, and... started to wipe up the ink. It felt absolutely insane, but in her grief, she didn't care. These were... these were his remains. And she wasn't about to let the man who saved her life grow stale in this dark, terrible hell.
It was the only thing she could do.-