She found herself above the city once more, looking down at the few mortals scurrying quickly through the streets. She closed her eyes, letting the wind blow around her, her cloak flapping loudly to her keen ears.
She was dead.
All she saw when she closed her eyes was those that had left. There were so many.
Everyone always leaves me.
“Fuckers
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