breath again—
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She can't breathe. The power is choking her, constricting her lungs and pressing down on her chest. She's choking, gasping for breath until it hurts and she's grasping out for someone, anyone to take her away, down under the ground six feet under where the dead don't feel the pain.
She's not her, not her mind but her body and who the hell is making her reach out—
There's a Knight before her. He's tall and striking and looking up at her when did she get onto the throne and her heart is beating faster, faster with everything second and he looks so familiar—
Pain pain pain everywhere it hurts where is Sq-
Sq-
Squ-
Squa-
The dead don't feel.
Who is...
The dead don't breath.
Who is Squall?
All she wants is to breathe again.
"Rinoa, wake up."
She's floating on air, swimming in the clouds, basking up the sunlight. The Knight from before is watching her from behind the sun, and she gazes up at him, attempting to see beyond the glare—
"Who are you?"
The Knight's hand stretches out to her; somewhere down below a lion's roar echoes up to the sky. She hesitates, smiles, and there are wings on her back and she's flying.
"Mommy, I want to be a beautiful angel one day."
the dead do not breath, miss rinoa heartilly. welcome to our world.