I'm okay

There is no point in struggling. There never was. It's been a lie all along, a fake fear drilled into my brain from birth. The warmth swallows me as I sink and sink into it, without a bottom in sight. The darkness somehow gets darker, the feeling of my body is slowly lost. I am slowly lost. Toes first, then feet, then calves and thighs and waist and stomach and hands and forearms and arms and shoulders. All of a sudden I am just a head, floating in an endless empty space. And even that doesn’t last long. I feel my lips curve into an idea of a smile, as the darkness takes me.

There is nothing.

I am nothing.

It’s okay.

I’m okay.

[ Good End ]

A peaceful end, to a relatively short but undeniably tumultuous life. You’d always thought you’d go out on your feet, sword in hand and brothers in arms left and right. But going out on your own terms is as fitting of an end as you could have ever hoped for. Or deserved.

Per audacia ad astra.

Good night sweet princess.