The ground and nights had gotten so much colder. The water became bleaker in color as the leaves dimmed down. Her tongue became dry, as if it was a dry sponge praying for a drop of water to fall on it. However she didn't have the strength to drag herself to the water's edge only a foot or two away from her. She had already sent her best friend, her pet cat away. Having attatched a note to it.
Now she sat back, her back pressed against the hard bark of the tree as she curled her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. She bowed her head into her knees, allowing her pitch black hair to curtain around her knees and inch down to the ground. Her stomach ached, it had for awhile. She forced herself to work still, but she knew her time had been coming.
She decided it was best not to tell anyone. She tried not to eat so she wouldn't vomit while working, which made her weaker. Every now and then someone would notice, so she would put the fake act that she was caring for her own health till they got on with their lives and paid no attention to her.
So now she sat alone, longing for the nights cuddled up in a warm bed. She could have chosen to stay in a bed actually, but she so wanted to be in the woods so bad. She had used the last of her strength to get here anyway. Deep down she wanted only one person to be completely honest, one man she knew she didn't have a chance for. She had fallen in love with him, but was too afraid to admit it to him or even to herself.
However, she tried to move on from it, but never fully could. She whispered in her weak voice with the little strength, "Please have a safe life, Fion. Please find happiness."
She threw her head back to look up through the leaves above her head to the sky, a tear dripping down her cheek. She knew this would happen, she would die alone where no one could find her. She just prayed they'd be alright, that Honey would find somewhere. Her life, all the things she really wanted would never come. She knew that.
The tear dripped down, hitting the dusty dirt beneath her as she said in her weak whimper, "I don't want to die." She didn't want to. She felt so alone, so empty, so cold inside. She was afraid to die, especially since she was alone. She didn't know if she'd be forever alone after that, or if she would even be there. If those final moments were it.
But you'll never find out what happens after she died, not until death takes you. Her minutes ticked to the end, as her last breath escaped her, her tears staining her breath as her eyes remained open in a terrified expression. Her brows knitted across her pale face, her pale blue eyes glazing over. Her last words she murmured out is, "I feel so alone."
Her own self loneliness biting back at her in her last minutes. The lonely Annsuel. The lonely Lady Elodiel Girithlin, who would smile no more as death took her.
