reposer ☆ ᵒⁿᵉ ˢʰᵒᵗˢ

starchild's birth ☆ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ/ᴘᴏᴇᴛɪᴄ

She shuts the door behind her, heart bleeding. Everything is falling. Falling. Falling. Falling down, falling apart, both. What does it matter, anyway?

She feels so heavy. Everything is falling and it's all because of her.

She cries in the bathroom, her tears falling on the floor like raindrops. She likes to think they are. She likes the rain. She likes it much more than her tears.

She covers her mouth with her hands; she always has. They can't hear. They can't know. They can't. They can't.

She knows what she's caused. Everything is falling, her with it all, unraveling, coming undone, then twisting again, tying, forming a rope that becomes a noose that strangles her.

She stands on the ledge, now. On the edge. On the edge of breathing and stillness. Living behind her, dying ahead. But there's no point in living on if you're nothing but a hollow shell, a walking corpse ridden with despair and hopelessness. So, she will move forward. That's what they all say, right? Move forward. Move on. Move ahead. Living behind her, dying ahead. There's no going back. Move ahead.

She smiles happily. It's time to destroy the villain in everyone's story, including her own, once and for all. The letters are there. They will understand. They will be thankful for this. They will be happy. They have to be.

She just wants them to be happy.

She whispers to the sky, "My home is with the stars."

She hopes for one last beautiful view. One last memory. She wishes that it will be sweet and beautiful, unlike so many others she tried and failed to bury over and over again.

She sees a stelliferous night a heartbeat before her last, and in that fleeting moment, her final thought is that she's grateful her parting wish, if nothing else, has been granted.

She breathes no more.

She comes alive in a burst of light and true life, brimming with stardust and moonlight and comets and nebulae, and she knows that after all the pain and sorrow she was never really meant for, she is finally, finally, home.