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Sis
Towards the moonlight, he glances out the window. Never wanted this, but, if the pain goes away...it works. He pulled the slightly rusted, yet glinting, object from its obscure hiding place. The limb is ready. It's now...or pain forever. A scarlet recipe. Gravity calls sweetly to the dark liquid, it glides through the air downward. Caught halfway through its journey, the drop is snagged by a soft, white plain. It looks around, soft tufts jut out everywhere, other drops have been captured, too, it noticed. The devastation arises, worry is clear. The drip wishes to warn the next victim of Gravity's sweet call. Atop the limb where the drip first fell, others gather and await. Gravity calls up and, one by one, slowly they creep to the edge, ready to leap. He glances towards the stars, "Don't worry, Sis, I'm coming to join you." The object, now glistening scarlet, falls victim to Gravity's call as the drops fall faster. He slumps down in his chair, letting the limb rest at his side. His breaths are short and painful. His eyes...jaded. His body...still. The pain is gone. Looking down over him, in the light of the moon, she sighs.
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