The Sentinels don't take that sinner from me

:OOO

she'd imagined wrong. she started to laugh again with a quick transition to high pitched breaths and whines with her cries. then he'd fallen. atka wanted to as well. the rock that she felt in her throat was unbearable, and it would not go away for a very long time. he'd reassured her efforts, and should he get better, what would they do?

she had been foolish. time and time again atka told him he was not who he said he was and she was wrong. dreven was a killer and atka loved him. she felt like as much of a ghost as she looked.

slowly and carefully, she stepped forward pressed her nose to her forehead. atka lingered like that for a moment, searching for his scent past all of the blood and sickness.

but they ain't easy to tame. and if the woman ain't up for it, well they usually end up broke too.

she recalled the sadey's words with closed eyes, wondering if this is what that felt like.

those kind they like the good, makes em wish they were better, but they just can't.

"i'm sorry." she whispered.

atka had truly felt he was right, she would never get away. even will all the love, the words, the safety, the nights, all of it, there would still be death and evil. she decided it would not be enough. she knew death and its fingertips, it had touched her once before and ones that she'd loved. atka would not be beside someone who worked at it's hands and could never stop.

"goodbye." should he live, he'll likely see her again.

she stepped away, static filling her ears and drowning out everything as she walked. her tears were dry and her face bleak. it had taken everything from her.