Forsaken by the moon goddess, her own pack, love, hope, and everything in between.
The omega sits near the lake, her hands playing carefully with the petals of the flower she holds. Her eyes raise to the sky, the moon nowhere to be seen. Darkness consumes it all; her sniffles can't disturb the silence, the sound taken away by the wind.
"I thought I could have it all if I tried hard... I thought once I was out of here, I'd be free forever. Like a broken curse, the past would not be able to catch up to me again. Foolish... So naive..." Her head shakes slightly. A decision has been made, and there is no turning back.
She moves carefully as she stands, her body still aching to the bone, wounds stinging at the gracing of her clothes. She walks closer to the water, her bare feet sinking into the coldness, her toes wiggling at the sensation.
She smiles to herself as her one hand reaches her belly, thumb caressing it gently.
"Don't worry... I won't let anything happen to you. This time, I will make sure you're safe. I will love you with everything I am. I will care for you. No one is going to hurt you. No one will take you. It will be you and me forever."
Taking a deep breath, Shuhua walks back to the shore, hot water waiting for her.
The omega takes her time, plucking the petals of the flower one by one, careful not to break them. She takes the leaves too, placing them all together into a cup.
She brews herself a tea with all the care she can muster, sits back down as she stirs the petals inside, the smell making her dizzy rather fast.
The wolfsbane works in incredible ways during a new moon.
She leans back against the rock as she empties the cup on a single sip.
It burns, stings, and soon enough, she feels the choking. The coughing is hard to contain, her body sweating right away, her lungs closing up, and breathing becoming hard. It's not more than a few minutes, and soon enough, she gives in to it all.
Her body falls limp as she manages to get on her back, consciousness fading almost in slow motion.
It's impossible, but she swears she sees him.
Standing over her, like her own prince charming, she feels his warmth. His hand on her cheek, the smoothness of his voice. His scent surrounds her, familiar, safe. Home.
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