[ She closes what's left of her eye and tries to remember... but all she can think about is how much pain she's in. How she's hurting Nari. How she can feel her pain, so acutely, so much that it's like it's her own pain. It's always been like that, hasn't it? Even if Nari doesn't realize it, Mira's always felt her pain and suffering more than anyone else.
She tries to move her hand, but she can't. It's like the nerves are dead, overgrown with leaves and petals. They're thick in her throat, too, her lungs. It won't be long until she's unable to breathe. ]
Love--
[ It's all she can manage, before she stops. Everything stops, suddenly, except for the flowers. They continue to spread, taking root in the ground below Mira. They don't stop, even as the color fades from her lips, her cheeks.
rest in pieces
[ She closes what's left of her eye and tries to remember... but all she can think about is how much pain she's in. How she's hurting Nari. How she can feel her pain, so acutely, so much that it's like it's her own pain. It's always been like that, hasn't it? Even if Nari doesn't realize it, Mira's always felt her pain and suffering more than anyone else.
She tries to move her hand, but she can't. It's like the nerves are dead, overgrown with leaves and petals. They're thick in her throat, too, her lungs. It won't be long until she's unable to breathe. ]
Love--
[ It's all she can manage, before she stops. Everything stops, suddenly, except for the flowers. They continue to spread, taking root in the ground below Mira. They don't stop, even as the color fades from her lips, her cheeks.
What's left is a patch of violets. ]