Y/n l/n was ashamed of the way she died. Choking on an olive wasn't exactly the most elegant way to go. She didn't even like them, her 'friends' had forced her- and when she gagged because of the horrid taste, it got caught in her throat.
But when...
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Olive was sat on her bed in her room, too tired to move as she looked the letter over. It was the best she could do. All of the other letters had been filled with her stupid ramblings about 'the good old times' but this wasn't the time for nostalgia. She needed to apologise.
It had been a week and five days since her discovery and she couldn't get over how good she felt.
And even when she didn't feel good; she couldn't stoo herself from crying and hyperventilating at night at the thought of how badly and uncaring she had been towards her friends. Most notably to Dorcas.
She still felt things.
But one thing was for sure. The feeling was slowly starting to fade. It was very little, but, the glow she had gotten from the plant had weakened. It was barely noticeable, but, she had noticed.
Olive didn't know for sure, but she'd bet that the plants magic would be completely gone in three or four months.
This meant that she would have to keep repeating what she had done . . over and over for the rest of her life.
