It crept up on her though, until she wasn’t strong enough to hide it anymore. The pain. The fatigue. The way breathing had grown more and more difficult. Her utter lack of appetite and frequent bouts of nausea had made her body weak and skeletal, any movement sapping what little strength she had. She didn’t want to go, but she didn’t want to linger in the prison of her failing body either. A deep, primal part of her felt it coming one evening. Her heart had beat a little bit harder in defiance of the inevitable but had stayed steady until the end. She’d hugged her parents a little tighter that
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