Starglow Basin trastornado

friend is doin work things so I do have a bit of time to write!

Sangre wasn’t aware for much of any of it. The moments when she was, pain was all she knew, and then the darkness would come as a relief because there at least she didn’t have to feel it.

She figured that she was probably dead. She might have been annoyed if she wasn’t relieved because dying meant, eventually, the pain would end for good.

And still, every time she became aware of herself, the fire was still there. Hadn’t it finished already? There was nothing left. How was it still burning?

She didn’t wake up, and wouldn’t fully, for some time. But somehow her heart kept beating. Somewhat to her own chagrine, since living was a tad inconvenient when everything pretty much sucked.