Nutrix Exspiravit

One shot of Anya as a ghost finding closure and peace after her end.

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Anya the ghost accessed the scene as Jimmy prepped the table. She could have laughed hard when Jimmy pulled up his old chair. Clearly, after all he had done, Jimmy wanted to be celebrated desperately.

As Jimmy sat on the table, with Curly as his prize, Anya loomed behind him. The gun was right there, on the kitchen island, and looking at it intently she wondered if she should give him his own medicine. But the thought disipated because Jimmy was not that important. He never would be that important to her. Fuck him, if the gun would kill him, it would be his own fault.

Enough death had happened from her part, she was moving on.

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Credits:
Book cover: @nicvitto on Pinterest, Mouthwashing Steam Photo (Design created in Canvas)