A/N: Written for 52 Weeks of Writing (sleep, tragedy, blood), HP Potions Comp (Weakness Potion), Musical Terms (con dolore), Latin Challenge (mors).
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Even in sleep, Lavender can feel her flesh being ripped apart at the werewolf's hand. Her blood stains her dreams, and every night she wakes, her mouth opened in a silent scream.
"Enough," she tells herself in trembling tones. "Enough."
She wants to forget her tragedy, to be whole and without nightmares. She wants to sleep without being haunted by her memories just once.
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She finds herself on the ledge of the Astronomy Tower. Once, when she was seven, she'd fallen from a tree and
broken her leg. Tonight, broken bones and heights don't frighten her.
Falling will be such a lovely way to die. Drifting to the ground, so graceful and light like a feather, will be beautiful.
Lavender doesn't deserve such an ending.
She's no longer beautiful. She's scarred, hideous, and ruined, and she deserves an ugly ending to match her ugly being. But falling is easy. Falling is peaceful, and all she wants is peace.
She takes the final step, eyes closing as she awaits her body's final embrace of the earth.