Hissing and humming, the room the girl is in is never truly silent. She can hear them, sometimes. People in white squeezing her hand. Someone sitting beside her asking questions, stroking her head. Something beeping in time with her heartbeat. Her body remains still, though. Her eyes refuse to open, her mouth to speak.
She can hear them, sometimes. They said they had to pull the plug soon.
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Update: 6th September 2015, she hears a voice say. It’s been a whole year. Today’s the day.
Somewhere, deep, deep in the halls of a guild hall, a figure is sitting on a ledge. Time to wake up, she thinks.
She jumps. There is a soft crack as she hits the ground, and the goddess vanishes with nary a trace.
Somewhere, on a hospital bed beside a sunny window, a girl feels her weakened strength leave her. Goodbye, she thinks.
She gasps. There is a small hiss as her final breath escapes her lips, and the girl slips away into her final slumber.
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16 March 2016
They say that when one story ends, another begins. That when one door closes, another opens. They say a lot of things, really. But maybe, just maybe, they’re onto something for a change.