The surface of the pond is mirror-smooth, and reflects velvet-dark night sky, moonless and glimmering with stars—and each and every one of those stars is falling.
It is peaceful here. And you know: here, in the water, is the way home.
[ she wades into the water without thinking about exactly what she's doing, just—still on the knife's edge of rage/panic/grief as afterimage. it's something else. it's not the battlefield, she needs to—leave. ]
It's hard to drown yourself, even intentionally, when you don't need to breathe.
...But you hold yourself under, and you let the water fill your lungs as you submerge yourself completely.
It seems as though the water reflects the void not just on the surface but underneath, for it is dark, too dark to see anything—but there is not need to be afraid, for here the void is right, it is warm, it is good—and though it looked to only be a pond it's so, so much deeper than that, and you find yourself like a weight, sinking
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It is peaceful here. And you know: here, in the water, is the way home.
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All right, why not. She's already dead, what's another one.
So she closes her eyes, and drifts under. ]
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...But you hold yourself under, and you let the water fill your lungs as you submerge yourself completely.
It seems as though the water reflects the void not just on the surface but underneath, for it is dark, too dark to see anything—but there is not need to be afraid, for here the void is right, it is warm, it is good—and though it looked to only be a pond it's so, so much deeper than that, and you find yourself like a weight, sinking
down, and
down, and
down.
You emerge from the water to a starry sky.