The woman lay in a pool of blood, curled slightly onto her side.
Are you dead?
Yes. I only just died. My body is still warm.
How did you die?
Suicide. I bit through my own veins. My mouth was full of blood. I heard it rush out of my body, wild and relentless.
It must have hurt.
It did. I could bear the bite, but the moment the vein tore open, my whole body convulsed.
Why choose this way?
For me, it was a necessary ritual.
What will you do now?
Wait. Wait for the people who don’t need to remember me to forget me, and for the people who mustn’t forget me to remember me.
I like this type~~
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