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The wind was howling, grabbing, tangling her hair, pulling it towards the darkening sky as everything she knew was disintegrating, turning to ash, right before her eyes.
Unnatural thunder crashed and rolled, serving as the undercurrent for the symphony of growls piercing through the clouded sky that saw itself reflected in her tears. Nipping, slashing, snarling and biting... like animals. One in rage and betrayal, the other in defense, hurt and, just maybe, a hint of anger.
Her weak, strangled, voice begged and pleaded, for them to stop, but the soft sound was drowned out by another:
Their thunder.
Their cascading thunder that had the power to rip the heavens apart, nearly splitting her eardrums, was leaving her pleas unheard.
Or ignored.
Her eyes tore away from their shadowed blurs, her hands fisted in her whirling hair. No one was here to help her. No one could. They were going to kill themselves because of - over - her and she couldn't allow that.
She wouldn't.
Everything was spiraling down, out of control. The air seemed thinner, heavier, closer, and her lungs seemed to shrink. Her vision blurring. She had only meant to draw their attention away, to stop them from hurting one another, but her hand wasn't steady. Now the warmth of life poured from her arm, gushing at stuttering intervals.
And everything was slowing down, down, down. So fast, so slow. Her body started relaxing from stress and strain, her grip on the piece of crimson stained glass slackened. Everything was in slow motion, and there, like a hum, Death awaited. She couldn't see him, could only feel him, and she stared, unseeing into the dark cloudy sky, as he drew closer and closer, smothering her.
The very last image the light of her eyes saw were their beautiful, angelic, horrified faces.
And then her last breath escaped out into the sea of wind.