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Water.
That was all there was, surrounding her.
There was no up, no down, and certainly no sense of direction. Just endless, enveloping water. But strangely, she didn’t feel the urgency to swim or rise to the surface. She let herself drift, as if waiting for something or someone to pull her from these depths.
ṅ̴̳̣̥͜ö̷͙̟̹͙́̅̑ṡ̴͎͍̑t̸̘̐e̵̦̝̜̜͌̂r̵͖̗̐
It was cold, and it was dark.
The water was freezing, but to her, it was strangely warm in a way. It was almost comforting to an extent.
She exhaled and watched as her breath escaped in shimmering bubbles that danced upwards, only to be popped as the bubbles tried to reach whatever surface there was.
i̶̪͚̾ͅn̶̺͉̠̈́v̴̗̬̕͝i̴͇̭̥̾s̴͕͍̞̅͒o̵͕̩̩̎̂
As she drifted, fragments of memories flashed through her mind.
Her mother.
“I’m your mother, stop talking back to me.”
“This is all your fault!”
“What can you do better to improve next time?”
“Do you ever think of anyone besides yourself?”
Medea, her “best friend.”
“You’re the only one I can trust.”
“Stop overreacting. That was in the past. Why can’t you just let it go?”
“Why are you being so sensitive?”
“I never said that.”
“You’re so controlling.”
“You know, I really think that you’re trying to push me away.”
“No one would care if you were gone.”
She was snapped out of the memories when a pair of arms embraced her from behind. It made her feel safe and whole, as if a deep-rooted emptiness that had quietly gnawed at her for so long had finally been filled-
q̴̞̙͐ű̵̠̗̔̕i̷͓̇̀e̶̻͘ͅt̶͎̦̒i̵͙̙͋ ̵̢͙́͝n̸̜̼͋̽͜u̵͓̇̈́̕n̴̺͔̬͑c̷̨̳̕
-and then she heard Binah’s voice, tugging at the edges of her consciousness. She closed her eyes for the last time, surrendering and letting go. The world did not need her.
And thus, the mortal host was no more.