Nefretiri
The bullet grazes the side of my head, and I scream because that was when the rider's strength decided to give out. There was a limit to her ability because of me. Not because I had a human body but because I wasn't whole. The rider needed more than a piece of my soul to be anchored. She was a piece of the puzzle that was me, and without all the sides to hold onto, it was inevitable for her to disconnect, especially at this hour when the sun had set.
