There’d be some rough things human faced that Estelle could understand. Loneliness being one that sometimes killed unfortunately. For the human before her, she had spent some time watching over her carefully in her bird guise.
Death was worried to say the least and flew down closer to Sunset.
Sunset had had enough. She was just tired now. Oh, so tired. She had figured that maybe, just maybe, she could try to reason one last time with the people she had once called friends in hope that they’d listen to her beg and plead that she wasn’t the cause of their grief. But instead she was met with cold stares, glares, and raised voices full of hate and distane.
It took everything in her power not to break down that very minute. Now she was home, and sick of the world. She stared out the and looked down at the small knife that lay in her right palm. How easy it could be. It’s not like anyone would miss her after all. And she still had yet to hear from Princess Twilight. That was fine. She knew she was too busy to keep up with her.
As her tears continued to flow, she didn’t notice the bird that was flying down towards her.
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