Silver Creek tell me, do we get what we deserve?

 

permission granted to timeskip.

sleep blanketed itself over her with haste but she slept fitfully, with silent whimpers and kicking legs.  when she came to, she blinked her bleary eyes with rapid succession.

the girl was gone.

no.  no.  no.  her head swiveled frantically as her heart shattered once again into a million pieces.  had the dusky girl not existed?  was this really how it ended?

she buried her face in the hard packed snow, face twisting ugly as she opened her maw to let out a pain-soaked wail.  

she didn't have the energy to move.  she was becoming feral. it seemed just like she had washed up in the teekon wilds with sand in her eyes and water in her lungs, a hallowed body spiked with pain, that she would be destined to die in a similar way.

all she had to do was let go.

but she couldn't, and perhaps that was the most painful thing of all.