A Bittersweet Farewell

Special Note: This is a throwback to an old RP post of mine. I wrote it back in 2018, and this was my closing post of the RP. The dice were not kind to my characters.

Color drained from Sirena's face as the crushing weight of reality quickly came crashing down on her. The woman's words cut deep, yes, but not as deep as the sinking realization that she was now stuck in this form between life and death--forevermore. She had surely dug herself a grave, a grave that she could not crawl back out of. Not even death could save her now. "No, wait," she called out to Millicent, to Hecate, to whomever the woman truly was now. Yet it was clear as day that Sirena would be receiving no aid from the woman. No aid at all.

Her saddened blue-eyed gaze turned to Édouard. She felt so helpless right then, not the powerful, alluring woman she had once been. It was a feeling she had hoped to have buried years ago, a feeling she had sworn never to feel again, especially not in the face of a man. But it was like the years had rewound and old wounds had been opened for all to see. She felt weak, tainted, like she was nothing. And it didn't take a language in common to see that Édouard felt the same just then. It was a low blow to her already wounded psyche.

Sirena's bottom lip quivered slightly as she watched Édouard disappear into the nearby forest, leaving her alone and thoroughly wounded. She eventually looked forward once more, in the direction that everyone had gone off to. She stumbled forward weakly, only to end up falling onto her knees. A sob was ripped from her incorporeal lungs as her eyes welled up with tears. She had lost everything. Her life. Her friends. Her sanity. But most importantly, her freedom. It was her biggest fear come true. And in this instance, it was all irreplaceable. "No. No no no,” she cried out. "NOOO!!!"