Ravenshook Cliffs stage 4: depression (m)

She'd followed him. Lurked in the shadows (though refused to follow his progress into Blackfeather Woods, where she would never set paw again—she swore it so). Waited for him to emerge, then floated over the all-too familiar flatlands.

And ahead, there he stood. Muttering to himself. 

Nothing had changed.

Death had been a great release for Maegi—the breaking of the shackles that bound her to this terrible life. Far eclipsing even the happiest days of her life was the moment of her last breath.

Now, as she watched the love of her life in senile contemplation, perched precariously on these cliffs. . .

She felt the desire for Mou to live this same freedom ripple into the depths of her soul.

Let him go, by Jaes, she thought, ghostly tears pricking hot at the corners of her mismatched eyes.

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