Say Something

The small fae would hear paw steps coming towards her, the sound coming closer and closer. 'Just end my misery, please,' she would think to herself, the darkness surrounding her. Then, there was a deep voice, with a sort of worried and exclaimed tone to it, but whatever the creature spoke was unclear to Misha. She didn't really care either, unlesss he was her savior to be the one who helped deliver her final breakdown for her to end.