circina: (By the bones about the wayside)
harvest. ([personal profile] circina) wrote in [personal profile] armillaria 2017-04-07 03:13 am (UTC)

[ There's no response, even as the dead girl stands up, looking -- well, dead to the world. There's not a single tear in her eye even as she sniffles, breathing heavy and ragged. ]

No regrets. No guilt. For the sun to rise...

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