Setting: Post Peacekeeper Wars
She watched you slowly change; it was as slow and inevitable as the ticking of the clock (the death of a star). Holding your hand until the last moment, she saw your eyes fill with wormholes until you were gone - pulled under by the riptide.
In the beginning she believed, forlorn faith that ended as the dark eclipsed the future, that she could stop it, attempting to knock you back (away) but there was always just one thing that could offer your devotion resistance just as surely as she could.
Numbers are tangible and infuriating and unforgiving in their truth. And she lost.
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