(Trigger warning… er… violence... with a sprinkle of blood? I think.)
Maisie
Last words.
I wondered if anyone who had been in the same shit position I was in had ever been able to think of anything besides, "I don't want to die." "Please." "Please don't."
If I could've spoken, I would've begged for more time.
I wanted mornings where I woke up tangled between all of them. I wanted nights where I didn't have to pretend I was fine.
I wanted to argue with them and make up and do it all over again. I wanted to grow into someone who could stand beside them without feeling like I was constantly catching up.
I wanted to live. I wanted to tell them the things I was always too busy, too scared, too angry to say. I wanted to tell them… I loved them.
When all that left my lips was a senseless whimper, because the ash had stripped me completely of my ability to speak, Tessa smiled.
"Pity."
