[ Adrenaline is good medicine, but only for so long. There's a series of obstacles, rocks and half-walls that Meg skirts around, praying she can make her tracks confusing enough to finally slip away. Either to safety, or to a private place to bleed out and die. She sees the trap when it's nearly too late, her bad ankle twisting in the air to avoid it, overstepping onto the ground and upending herself.
She avoids it, but she slams her shoulder into the ground. Any other day, that would be a win. One she could bounce up from and take off rabbit-fast. Not today. She hits the ground and the wound around her middle pulses. No amount of butterfly bandages and a haphazardly tied hoodie can keep the mess together now.
What are all those stages of grief? She already hit bargaining. And depression is already baked-in to every moment of their existance here. In comes acceptance. She rolls onto her back and snickers. Then she laughs, eyes on a facsimile night sky as she hears his boots approach. ]
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She avoids it, but she slams her shoulder into the ground. Any other day, that would be a win. One she could bounce up from and take off rabbit-fast. Not today. She hits the ground and the wound around her middle pulses. No amount of butterfly bandages and a haphazardly tied hoodie can keep the mess together now.
What are all those stages of grief? She already hit bargaining. And depression is already baked-in to every moment of their existance here. In comes acceptance. She rolls onto her back and snickers. Then she laughs, eyes on a facsimile night sky as she hears his boots approach. ]