"Ah. . . The sky is so. . . very beautiful." Kazira whispered, her voice a fading echo in the wind.
She lay on her back, her eyes dulled but still open, stared towards the sky.
The firmament above her was like an endless painting, layered with hues of crimson, gold, purple and blues. Twilight streaks merging together to form bands of light, the clouds that drifted slowly like waves on a quiet sea.
She could feel it, the warmth of her life seeping out of her body, soaking the soil beneath her.
The numbness creeping in from the limbs, starting from her fingertips.
This. . . cold sensation.
This was finality.
Her heartbeat, once thunderous was now slowing down.
Each beat softer than the last, a final farewell.
During their first fight, Kazira found herself afraid of death. She ran from it, betrayed her beliefs, abandoned her body like a wretched being.
But now, she reflected in silence.
