She collapsed against his chest with one last jerking jolt, blackness lacing into her consciousness. She was exhausted and a little sick, and her limbs felt so heavy. Her lashes fluttered, her thick vision sliding over blades of grass and the stone of tombstones before disappearing altogether.
She almost hoped she was going to die again, but that would be too nice of a thing to happen to her now, wouldn't it?
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Date: 2009-10-28 06:41 am (UTC)She almost hoped she was going to die again, but that would be too nice of a thing to happen to her now, wouldn't it?