All slows down and silence fills the already bare room. Anxiously anticipating the inevitable, the end. The final breath that was always so distantly awaiting her, now breaths softly against her skin. Her internal struggle has already been lost, and she undesirably accepts what now approaches. Clenched fists curl up as her energy slowly releases into the room. Some stay strong, some fail, some don’t care. Anger, fear, dissipating hope, confusion. Her last breath, so weak, so tired, so numb. Everything that was important, alive and beautiful is now….
