This Means the End

“Where is this? Why am I here?” A light mist of rain collects, glistening on her cheeks as the chill from the night drags the moisture on her eyelids to make small diamond orbs on the tips of her eyelashes.

There are no stars. The wind carries away every thought. The wilted grass shivers restlessly, with eager nervousness. Something is approaching, a foot, now pressing them amid themselves.

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