Her undoubtably numbered days were running out. She wasn't afraid to die, only afraid of seeing the faces she had been dreading for the past year. All her tears had ran out, all that was left was a husk of a body. There was no point in living under a rock until it was deemed safe to go outside. Phyrrus slipped out in the dead of night and ran to the river. The sound of rushing water and whispering trees reassured herself of the dangers lurking in the night. She wanted to let go and stay in the moment forever, not having to life far from the light. A exasperated sigh made its way from her muzzle as she nestled down to rest at the river side. The fish stirred under the moonlit water, their tails swishing in unison. All was at peace, all was holy. She longed for companionship in the lonely days. Voices kept her from thinking about her own problems. But in silence, she was confronted with the task of listening to her innermost thoughts. All the pressure was beating down on her head with a force like thunder. Her frontal brain ached and pounded so when she closed her eyes she could see the veins pulse. "Dear lord, I beg you.. save me from this nightmare." She whined and rolled over onto her side. It was all piling up in a neat stack. All she could do was wait. Christ, all she ever did was wait.
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