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She drew the sword out of its snug leather home, examining the beautiful blade that she had crafted. It had taken longer then she had anticipated, longer then she ever took...but they were finished. Perfect.
Her mind spun over everything from the past year in her life. From Hush to Drew, Asente...to Miracle, Maxx...and finally, to Brandon. From D'Arcy to Sin to Marie to Robert. From Jack to Leon to Robyn. And it hurt. It broke her heart to remember all of them, everything that had happened.
She looked into her fire and sighed, softly. She was not needed here anymore.
For the first time in a long time...she pondered what it would be like to die...to let it all go and find peace. Perhaps when the weapons were finished and delivered. When she had seen her children one last time and kissed their pudge cheeks.
Maybe then she could rest.
Her mind spun over everything from the past year in her life. From Hush to Drew, Asente...to Miracle, Maxx...and finally, to Brandon. From D'Arcy to Sin to Marie to Robert. From Jack to Leon to Robyn. And it hurt. It broke her heart to remember all of them, everything that had happened.
She looked into her fire and sighed, softly. She was not needed here anymore.
For the first time in a long time...she pondered what it would be like to die...to let it all go and find peace. Perhaps when the weapons were finished and delivered. When she had seen her children one last time and kissed their pudge cheeks.
Maybe then she could rest.