Nails, sharp and aggressive, bit eagerly into the flesh of her arms. She could feel the damp stains that had thoughtfully formed along the lengths of her cheeks. She could feel the breeze as it bit harshly at her skin, swirling her hair around in utter frustration. Yet she was frozen, stuck in that moment. Lost, her eyes fell to the floor, praying for that one chance she wouldn't have to see him again, but she was a fool. A bigger fool than she could have ever imagined, she knew nothing of this world. She knew nothing of the darkness that crept silently in the corners, slowly sucking away the soul that her body had once craved. As her eyes drifted around the room she knew she wasn't alone, the bodies swaying around her were merely empty vessels. The dead were dancing and it was all her fault.
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