It's not that it hurts. That's like saying a grenade hurts, a bullet hurts, fire hurts, acid hurts.
Who knows how long it has been for her - because it's not that her sacrifice was worthless. It was the only moment she had. The last second she had poured everything she could into to make her life mean anything - is gone. A single second, and it's gone.
Then it's a losing battle, the calm she's forcing into staying here. Staying put, on this single plane of existence. Her breathing started to slow down, then thin, like she couldn't take it in deep enough. That plunge, acrid taste, tears, she thinks, and the rest, the crackle of what it was to reach out with powers that were dearer than her own limbs.
Her discarded phone on the bar begins to flash and vibrate all at once, his, and anyone else close by. That build like a storm front, where her markings aren't glowing in her simple happiness.
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Who knows how long it has been for her - because it's not that her sacrifice was worthless. It was the only moment she had. The last second she had poured everything she could into to make her life mean anything - is gone. A single second, and it's gone.
Then it's a losing battle, the calm she's forcing into staying here. Staying put, on this single plane of existence. Her breathing started to slow down, then thin, like she couldn't take it in deep enough. That plunge, acrid taste, tears, she thinks, and the rest, the crackle of what it was to reach out with powers that were dearer than her own limbs.
Her discarded phone on the bar begins to flash and vibrate all at once, his, and anyone else close by. That build like a storm front, where her markings aren't glowing in her simple happiness.