Quietly, she walked into the room; door sliding open as she immediately crouched over you. The dim light of the moonlight trickled in as she laid over you, her eyebrows furrowing and her lip quivering more as she ran her thumb over your cheek. She didn’t want to do this, but she had to. She needed to survive.

She shifted her gaze towards the light, glancing over at it with a solemn and tired expression. It was so dark, so quiet. You could hear a pin drop, as not even cicadas could be heard.