ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴘᴇʀɪꜱʜ

in the end

may 30

omniscient

dawn stared up at the dark sky, hands dug into the sand of the beach she adored.
the doctor's words replayed in her head "you're not getting any better," is what echoed in her mind.

and though she knew from the start, she didn't want to hear "we've done all we can."
it felt like they were giving up on her, felt like they didn't care anymore. "how is it you've done all you can" is what she thought, "keep trying" is what she pleaded yet dawn knew not a single person in the world could have done something to prevent this.

she thought of how she was going to tell the girl next to her. dawn could feel the black-haired girl's stare, knew she could see the tears in her eyes glistening under the gleam of the moon in front of them.
she blinks them away as she hears the girl speak.

"what's wrong dawn," billie asked, painfully aware that dawn was thinking of things she didn't like.
dawn shakes her head "nothing love. i'm fine."

billie takes dawns sand cover hand into hers, now feeling each and every individual grain of sand in between her pale fingers.
"i can see your tears," she says "i'm not blind."

when dawn had thought she'd blinked away said tears, she had only pushed them down her saddened face. 
she quickly wipes them away though billie has already seen them.

"dawn" billie drags out sadly.
dawn tells billie she's okay yet again, but billie doesn't believe it as the sorrow in her voice simply gives her away.

but dawn wasn't sad about dying, she wasn't sad about leaving behind the world or leaving her body.
dawn was sad because she knew she couldn't change her fate, despite the medicine and the surgeries and even the tears wasted.

dawn was sad because she knew all the days and nights of trying, had, in the end— amounted to nothing.

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