The flickering flame spat embers. Chuckling grimly, she mused to herself "Even this candle hates me..."
Sighing, her gaze wandered to the window as owl light broke across the sky. Bursts of white star decorated the night's canvas. Misty clouds danced and swirled.
Beautiful...It's so beautiful. She thought as the bird's trill shrilled through the air, breaking the melancholy in the air.
Dark's whiff drifted in her nose. The sharp scent of vegetation lingered. Let me go now! She screamed in her head as the sound echoed in her soul.
I do wish I could leave... Bottle. The bottle of release was in her hands. It stole life away, a thief of brightness and the bringer of sadness.
But..there's no light in my never-ending tunnel. A sip, and it trickled down her throat. For the first time, the fire in her soul reignited.
She felt alive again, knowing she would be somewhere great.
Nice knowing you. She bade the night goodbye, as her eyes closed and she fell into peaceful endless slumber.
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