She had been lost on the edge between the worlds of the living and the dead for so long, she had completely lost track of time. Her time spent either wandering aimlessly or drifting off to slumber, she had long lost every tie to or memory of life as well.
All she did remember was that she had once promised herself to never stoop to possessing a living being, human or otherwise. But back then, she couldn't have foreseen *her*. This young woman, with a mind so bright and open, a beacon in this dark and cruel world. This mind almost begged her to possess it.
Right on the edge of giving in, even that last memory of a promise slipped away.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
ContoMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
