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The air cradles her, a babe to the breast. She is slipping through the fingers of those she loves, but their ever-present need is no longer enough to keep her anchored to this world.
Hero. Martyr. Savior. She thinks that this is how they will remember her and as the world blurs by, she knows that eventually the sorrow will fade, the next one will be called, the stain of life will again redden their checks in the future.
None of this matters to her anymore. As the light of a billion stars fills her and takes her home, she eagerly embraces her gift - peace, oblivion, death.