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↳〝 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 〞༉‧₊˚✧
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THE PORTHOLE WINDOW practically screamed at her— wishing her goodbye. Indigo was lying on the floor of her cell— per usual, staring up through the window, as Earth wished her farewell, and recited the 'may we meet again' dialogue.
'In peace may you leave the shore In love may you find the next Safe passage on your travels Until our final journey to the ground May we meet again.'
"Fuck off." Indigo muttered to nothing— Earth would frown at her— if it could, "May we meet again." She muttered, finally sitting up after having been lying on the floor for the past few hours.
Indigo looked around her cell— knowing she would miss it, even if she hated it. Indigo then laid back down— looking up at Earth again. Indigo's puffer jacket was on the floor next to her— her dark red tank shirt and black cargo jeans barely even keeping her warm.
Indigo's eyes scanned the small window, staring at the moon that slowly hid behind the Earth.
"I'll miss you." Indigo's voice broke once she saw the moon leave her sight, but she refused to cry, she didn't care if this was her last moments alive— she thought it would be pathetic because she deserved what was coming to her.
Indigo huffed in annoyance as her emotions almost got the better of her. Indigo sat up, grabbed her black puffer jacket, and slid it on— her goosebumps immediately smoothing over. She then tucked her necklace into her shirt.
Indigo stood up and stretched for a moment before her cell door bursted open— two guards immediately rushing in. Indigo's heart dropped at the sight, and her breath quickening.
"Prisoner two-hundred face the wall." one of the guards commanded— barking the order at her. Indigo sighed and obeyed— turning around and raising her hands as she faced the wall.
One of the guards quickly snapped metal around her wrist— needles pricing through her skin. Indigo winced and hissed at the pain of the needles in her wrist.
"What the fuck is this about?" Indigo asked, her tone annoyed— since she didn't know why they would give her painful fashion accessories— when she was literally about to be dead.
