[ The slight sway from a cool morning summer breeze leaves trickles of blood to splash back and forth. The toxic smell and grotesque bubbling of the liquid before is toned out by her own sobs. There's no words she can string together that make sense — not with the abundance of tears, heavy gasps for air, and pain shooting through her body. It's tore apart her back, hooked between her shoulderblades and her petite weight weighing down — nearly ripping an extra half inch for every minute Light prolongs it. ]
P-please do — do something —!
[ Was all she got out among her struggles, closing her eyes tightly. ]
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P-please do — do something —!
[ Was all she got out among her struggles, closing her eyes tightly. ]