having it out

She huffs out harshly at the plea for her not to cry. She would if she could, if she could swallow her woes as easily as they made it seem, she wished so desperately that she could. Did she know she was weaponizing her weakness? Not at all, all she knew was that her heart was aching at the idea of them pretending she didn't even exist.

She shakes her head weakly, a sigh echoes through her as well. She doesn't know how to make it any easier for them. She tilts her head toward their paw as they wipe a tear away. She couldn't even lift her head.

Their retreat from the door eased the ache in her chest somewhat. Just feeling them closer let her sniff and find an ounce of strength.

"It would have been better if she had shredded me to pieces...It would be her right." She whispers somberly into the quiet den, her body trembling and shuddering with her hiccups of grief. Then they would all be maybe mourning her, or dismissing her over the audacity and their lives would have gone on.

"I could never take her place. I can never be who she was, I can't even try." Her head still weighed a million pounds, regardless she tried to lift it, but all she could muster was squeezing her eyes shut and pressing her forehead into the floor.
"Ignita"