From the hallows of the end of the world came a scream. It cried louder and louder.

And that was how she was lost.
Long blonde hair stood tucked to her shirt as red trickled down her face

Her tears were not so much tears as blood. Scars ran deep on her skin as she stumbled back into the end of the world

She breathed-tried to
Then she fell

Waiting her turn for air so she would not die, unaware it would be a hundred years to wait for the next breath.

She took her air, and then
She fell into her casket, just before her next breath.