Tears welled in her eyes, spilling over and trailing down her cheeks.
Her chest rose and fell unevenly as she struggled to breathe.
The weight in her stomach made her feel like vomiting.
She crouched down, gripping her knees, and the sobs came harder.
Her emotions churned without direction, like an ugly, relentless tide.
She cried for hours.
When the tears finally stopped, there was no relief, only an empty silence.
Her gaze fell on Vornaz.
She reached out, gripping the hilt and raising the blade toward her own neck.
"What are you doing?" the panda asked from the corner.
"I'm going to kill myself. If I keep doing it, then my immortality has to end at some point. There's no way Witches are completely immortal."
Her eyes were dull, and hollow.
Vornaz shimmered, shifting into the form of an owl, and leapt from her grip.
"Vornaz."
She stared at him.
"Come here. I need to kill myself."
He didn't answer.
