BeiDou (8)

Drip by drip, she slowly let out blood and watched it pool on the dirt, watching the vitality drip out of her, bit by bit. At the same time, the mole on her neck wiggled a little and slowly receded, lowering from her neck to the top of her shoulder. Letting out two coughs, BeiDou lightly covered the wound with a tight cloth before pulling her sleeve back over the new wound.

Feeling a bout of dizziness, BeiDou lightly leaned against the shed for a moment before going around to the back of the shed and boiling a packet of the medication that Uncle Lee had given her before he died. Letting the medicine boil, BeiDou sat down on the ground next to where the medication was boiling and couldn't help but smile at the sky. Mortal life… perhaps it was dirty, but at least when it was over, it was over.