#mod fiction

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Not for Her

She had been waiting for a long time, watching her once friends visiting the graves time and time again, as they slowly died. MS remembered the walls of dirt falling down on her mangled body as they wept for her above. Do you really think that she would have gone out without a fight? For once in her life, she had done something amazing, and had not regretted her choice of death at the time. She couldn't do that now either. Now everything in her life was a blank, and no matter how many bodies were buried, how many tears were wept, MS didn't care. If she realized that she was doing this, she would hate herself.

Years passed, and yet she stayed in the graveyard, never leaving. She could have explored the world, do everything she had always wanted to do. It would be hard to stop a ghost from trying. Perhaps she could confess her love for another who had held her affections in the palm of their hands, but no.

Eventually, the last one died, and MS allowed herself to leave.

But as she reached its gate, something drew her back. Spirits ran through her body, taking the artificial life they had given to her years before. Looking towards the markers and stones where her friends laid,  she let one ounce of emotion out, and wailed in agony. Her body sank to the ground, now an empty corpse, and the graveyard was silent once more. No happy laughter, no friends joining hands. There was no happy ending, not for her.