The Lake
cw : mention of sh ideation, major character death
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There's a nice dock that sits at the entrance to the nearby lake that bordered the Ministries property. It was a hot spot for siblings and ghouls alike, especially popular amongst the water ghouls, fresh and salt water alike.
Dewdrop, newly transitioned, thought he could find solace in the lake. Especially since it was his favorite spot to visit to clear his mind.
Ever since Papa Terzo died and half the pack was subsequently killed, especially with his forced elemental change, he only found grief in the lake.
Today wasn't any different, as his legs dangled over the docks edge, the cold water lapping up his claves, the tide occasionally pushing against his knees. This place was vacant, it being February, the dead of winter. How ironic.
Call it an impulse move but, as he was reflecting on his grief and loss, and the immense body pain that never left, he wondered if he could end it all himself. He had looked at the thought from afar, eyeing it but not approaching, her siren like allure a trick. He knew that. At least; he thought he did.
So why did She look at him with such pity?
Pushing himself with his hands against the old wooden dock, he lowered himself into the freezing water and let the dark coldness take him.
