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Cold, that is all she felt. She could no longer feel the pain that was affecting her and she knew what that meant. She was dying. Her eyes looked up at the woman that shot her, her beloved wife.
With a smile that allowed blood to escape her mouth, “well done, you picked a side”
“I didn’t” but there both knew she had.
A memory of when things began to fall apart between them, “you did say, you wish we never met” she chuckles at it carrying on playing in her mind's eye.
She no longer cared to make her wife feel better, no longer cared if she would forgive her. She was tired of it all.
The woman knelt beside her, her face soften, her shoulder dropped slightly, her Raelle coming into her line of sight now.
“No, I wished we met sooner” tears rolled down her face then, dripping against Scylla's cheek.
“My Raelle”
She blinked hard, trying to keep her eyes open before she quickly lost that fight. She was already too weak. Raelle didn’t move as the world faded.