A child named Athanasia, the undying. She grew up alone. She tried to climb to power. Each step she took seemed to do nothing. She climbed and climbed. She was so close. Once you go up the only way to go now is down. She fell. Tears started falling. All her hard work fell that quickly. It took her forever to reach her goal but only one day for it to end. Every smile she made was fake. In the end, she smiled a genuine one.
The assassin was stunned.
"Thank you for ending my misery...
I was tired so tired"
She said with a hoarse voice and closed her eyes.
The assassin felt pity and cleaned the blood. She was pale and lifeless. She put up a good fight. She was like a dancer. She looked light and swift when she danced in the wind.
It was cold, dark, and empty. There was a white light. She walked closer and closer to the light. It was blinding but it felt warm. She wanted to feel more. It was addicting.
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I'm Tired
FanfictionI'm tired. I did my best, no one acknowledged me. It seems to be hell wherever I go or do. I died and reincarnated. When can I stop acting? "END MY MISERY, please I beg of you." "I'm tired...so tired." TW: depressing thoughts, swearing, violence, mu...
