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I stand in the dark of the night, the moon casting a glow upon my skin. I am empty handed. I own not a single one of my possessions excluding the clothes I wear. Even my dagger has been removed from my hair to leave the memory of myself behind.

My hair swirls around me as the ocean breeze sifts through my (H/C) tresses. I brush a few strands behind my ear as I take one last moment to remember the ship that has been my home for months.

I let out a small, strangled cry as I realize that I have no choice but to follow through with my plan. There is no other way. My heart clenches painfully, leaving me me breathless as reality comes crashing down on me.

If I don't do this, I know that I'll regret it.

I close my eyes as a tear slips down my cheek.

I'm sorry.

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