Spoilers: None
Summary: See the title
Author's note: I have vowed not to post any other stories unless they
are finished. So here's a story. That's finished. Just
a weird little thing that popped into my mind.
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The room was silent.
Not a word was spoken, although there were seven bodies in the room. A few humans, a magog, a Nietszchean, an avatar, a purple girl with a tail.
Each was caught inside their own minds.
Could I have done something different?
God, what the hell am I going to do without her?
May the divine have mercy on her soul.
She was not meant to die an early death.
It was my fault.
It was my fault.
One's thoughts were missing.
Quiet reigned.
Death loomed like a cloud over the heads of the seven.
Time passed. She'll be fine. She's going to die. She'll be fine. She's going to die. An endless cycle.
Living moment to moment. Hoping she'll hang on for one more moment. Hoping the need to deal with death is put off for one more moment. Just one more moment.
Moments turn into minutes. Minutes turn into hours. The hours never have a chance to turn into days. She does not have days.
Breathing slows. Time slows. Molasses slow. Liquid time turns cold. What is frozen cannot change.
Time is not frozen. Life must go on.
One's pain is gone. The others are left behind to grieve.
Silence is broken. Tears fall like waterfalls onto the unforgiving floor.
And the seven became six.