[The good news is that the spot she’d chosen to make her change was open to the moonlight, and would be nice and visible from above, even without the faint light trying to work together with the creamy color of her fur to stand out.
She’s done a lot of staring at the moon. It isn’t the same one that had been immortalized in her room, that she’d seen with the doctor one day and that she’d later put a bullet through because it was nothing but a fake like her. This moon seems almost painfully honest. Maybe it’s trying to help with the “not dying alone” thing.]
And it’s not…the same as that one either. Not as beautiful…
[The moon that had shone so brightly, lighting Zack from behind as he reached out to her looking even more beautiful than the moon. It had witnessed the happiest moment of her short life. This definitely isn’t that one, but it might be all she has.]
I-I want you to know…it’s okay.
[Even if he can’t hear her after all, she has to let him know. It was all the more important if he could, whether he was on his way or not. She’d like to think he is. If she dies without finding out, that will be the belief she holds in her heart, as much as it’s betraying her now by slowly pumping blood out where it wasn’t supposed to be, where it couldn’t find its way back. It’s different than when she’d been on the floor bleeding out through two gunshot wounds. She can’t see any blood or feel her fingers get cold. The sky above isn’t seeming further away by the second and what she can hear isn’t sounding faint, distant, even her own voice. It isn’t the same, but she knows. It hurts too much to not be this.]
If you don’t get here, it’s okay. Don’t — feel bad.
[Is that something in the sky, or a trick from her desperate brain? Maybe it’s her birdie coming back for her. It doesn’t matter. Ray closes her eyes and tries to breathe. Focus. Stay calm and wait.]
It matters most…that you’re someone I — can ask. Y-you understand the…feeling. Whether you…can hear me or not, you’re here. But I — I selfishly want…
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She’s done a lot of staring at the moon. It isn’t the same one that had been immortalized in her room, that she’d seen with the doctor one day and that she’d later put a bullet through because it was nothing but a fake like her. This moon seems almost painfully honest. Maybe it’s trying to help with the “not dying alone” thing.]
And it’s not…the same as that one either. Not as beautiful…
[The moon that had shone so brightly, lighting Zack from behind as he reached out to her looking even more beautiful than the moon. It had witnessed the happiest moment of her short life. This definitely isn’t that one, but it might be all she has.]
I-I want you to know…it’s okay.
[Even if he can’t hear her after all, she has to let him know. It was all the more important if he could, whether he was on his way or not. She’d like to think he is. If she dies without finding out, that will be the belief she holds in her heart, as much as it’s betraying her now by slowly pumping blood out where it wasn’t supposed to be, where it couldn’t find its way back. It’s different than when she’d been on the floor bleeding out through two gunshot wounds. She can’t see any blood or feel her fingers get cold. The sky above isn’t seeming further away by the second and what she can hear isn’t sounding faint, distant, even her own voice. It isn’t the same, but she knows. It hurts too much to not be this.]
If you don’t get here, it’s okay. Don’t — feel bad.
[Is that something in the sky, or a trick from her desperate brain? Maybe it’s her birdie coming back for her. It doesn’t matter. Ray closes her eyes and tries to breathe. Focus. Stay calm and wait.]
It matters most…that you’re someone I — can ask. Y-you understand the…feeling. Whether you…can hear me or not, you’re here. But I — I selfishly want…