My skin was warm, warmer than it ever should be. Sticky, suffocating, and warm. My throat refused to let air escape, instead tears squeezed from my eyes. Speaking was a struggle. A hand stretched in front of me, my own hand reaching for papa. Why… his nose and forehead wrinkled in a look of disgust. Through the suffocating fog I could see his retreating back. Emotions flooded me, coming out in pouring tears. Even in my state, I understood that I was being abandoned. Anger kept the dark spots on my vision from growing. Sadness filled my limbs with lead. Confusion swirled my sense together, blending until all I could recognize was pain. Red eyes dulled as I took my last choking breath. Looks like I died.