I am the wind blowing through your hair

Hanako

Hanako hadn't left her den since the crystal incident, as though hiding away would do her any good. She wasn't well, at all. One look was all it took to see what a state she was in, riddled with pale blue crystals that sprouted out from the corners of her eyes. Each blink was painful, like an itch she couldn't scratch and yet somehow all of that was nothing compared to the deep-seated ache that stirred from within. She knew it'd been coming, it was inevitable as the sickness everyone had seemed to have caught and yet... She was terrified of the end, the future and the pain that was yet to come. All of this had been a mistake, she wasn't ready to be a mother, wasn't ready to face the end of the world but she had no choice. The forces that be seemed intent on savouring her suffering, forcing her to endure as yet another rush of pain rippled through her form. Stronger this time, enough to make her twist atop her bed furs. She simply didn't have the energy or drive to kick up a fuss or be dramatic. She suffered in near silence, quiet and still and so very alone.

It felt as though reality was twisting out of shape, finally coming to an end of all things and still it was time. Beneath her, the furs felt wet, kicking things off into motion regardless of whatever she thought.

Bluish-purple fluid rolled down her cheeks as she dragged herself to the mouth of her den with her front legs. She didn't even have the strength to stand, to do anything but whine softly in her throat. She couldn't do this alone, not when the thoughts were pointed at the tip like the crystals riddling her form. Breathing laboured, she trembled at the thought of it only getting worse, more intense. She couldn't do this, simply couldn't.

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