[he grabs at her wrist, and when he does, she stops.
she hiccups, and pulls the knife slow from damien's ribs. she coughs a little, splattering color all over him. it burns, acidlike. and then she pushes him away, to the floor, discarding him. or --
or maybe it's for his own good? maybe. because when she sees him bleeding on the floor, she chokes, eyes glowing wildly red, and turns the knife on herself. her chest, her stomach, and then, with a brutal finality, through her own throat.
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she hiccups, and pulls the knife slow from damien's ribs. she coughs a little, splattering color all over him. it burns, acidlike. and then she pushes him away, to the floor, discarding him. or --
or maybe it's for his own good? maybe. because when she sees him bleeding on the floor, she chokes, eyes glowing wildly red, and turns the knife on herself. her chest, her stomach, and then, with a brutal finality, through her own throat.
she collapses. the black space is silent.]