Back and forth she swings herself in the empty park. The moon, full and bright, is the only thing that shines in her life. A gentle breeze caresses her cheek. Mother Nature knows and reminds her she is not alone. She sucks in a ragged breath and exhales slowly. She closes her eyes and a stray tear trickles down her cheek and rests upon the bow of her lips. She understands that it is nearly time.
One by one, the shadows pick themselves out of their prisons and move in a chaotic order. Slowly, curiously, they surround her in fascination. Fumbling to move ahead of each other, their fingers caress her cheek, stroke her hair, trace her jaw. Unable to see them, she jerks at their touch. These dark shapes form a line in front of the girl on the swing, revealing themselves to this complicated mortal.
Realising what they were, she knew. If anyone were to ask her precisely what was currently occurring then they would have been disappointed. Simply put, she just understood.
Her attention falls upon the figure in the centre. Tall and willowy, he steps forward towards her in a confident matter. She tries to make out the details of his face only to realise his face did not exist. As he draws near, he extends his arm.
Child. The decision is yours.
With no regrets, she links her arm to his. As if on cue, the audience of shadows bounce away from the line and huddle together creating a mass swirl of darkness before her. As gentlemanly as he is, he beckons her towards the portal to indicate for her to go first.
And just like that. She was swallowed into the darkness with not a trace of her existence left behind.
Until next time.
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