Will the circle be unbroken?
Slender fingers wrapped around the rope as she took a step up on top of the small pile of books. Elizabeth steady herself and placed the loop around her neck, giving a smile. With it fit round her neck, she tightened it, making sure that she couldn't slip out. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she closed her eyes, tears trickling down her cheeks.
By and by, by and by?
Elizabeth took a deep breath, hands wringing the dark folds of her skirt as she took another thought about what she was about to do, but It was what she had to do. It wasn't fair that she was still alive and that Booker was dead. She couldn't live with such heavy regret pressing down upon her shoulders. Too many lives were lost all because of her, of what she could do and of what she was.
Is a better home awaiting?
She reached up past the rope and touched the cameo, unclipping it from her collar. The bird or the cage? She thought, fingers curling around it, eyes still clenched shut. Another shaky sigh passed from her. I'm coming Booker. With quick movements she kicked the books away, the noose snapping with a twang as her pillar fell beneath her.
In the sky, in the sky?