The half crescent moon was starting to become blurry.
So beautiful...Scarlett thought. She'd used to be so obsessed with the moon as a teenager.
Maybe dying wasn't that bad after all. Maybe dying with the moon watching over her was the best thing she could have. And her eyes fluttered closed, a single tear rolling down her cheek as she let out one last long breath that left her lips like shadowy tendrils of an icy smoke.
Autumn was nearing its end, giving way to winter. Too bad she wouldn't be here to see it.
And then the sky shuddered, a sudden rumble announcing the onset of an unplanned rainfall. And Scarlett smiled sadly as the icy drops began to fall in light showers, caressing her face like a dark lullaby sung to lay a dying baby to sleep.
What an ironic way for her life to come an end.
