[ her brows furrow, lips dipping into a deeper frown to hear that they were meant to be discarded.. it is the kind of existence that would bring pain to Hermes. to hear that a life created can be tossed aside so easily.
her wings droop, yet she remains quiet, hanging on each of their words. spent their life waiting to die... it hurts to hear.
( how many times have they heard that? life wishing to merely die. lives wanting to look for an end.)
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her wings droop, yet she remains quiet, hanging on each of their words. spent their life waiting to die... it hurts to hear.
( how many times have they heard that? life wishing to merely die. lives wanting to look for an end.)
but they... ] ..You did?