Thinking

"Mental conversation"

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The voice

Her senses were long gone; the world around her seemed small and confining. Only blackness was evident alongside the stagnant thumping of her heart that penetrated the remnants of her ears. This existence was calming for her, peaceful and unanimously welcomed between her personalities; everything seemed at ease in the void around her.

This is the way it should be…I'm finally going to die.

Lucy was awash in an eroding sense of drowsiness, savoring every dreamy moment that excelled her closer to release. The pain was long gone, her body reduced to nothing but a bare torso and skull; the flesh liquefied by the abuse of her power and her brain damaged by the tungsten slug that was imparted to her from her love.

Even as thoughts of him crossed her mind, the regrets never came as she had expected. Lucy was satisfied with her final actions; letting only a few more vagrant thoughts wander through her decaying mind before giving in willfully to the darkness that permeated the lonely expanse of her final sanctuary.