A/N: This story will be told in drabble form. It is based on some comics I created not too long ago.
"You don't…want me?"
Several hours had passed before she was found, lying numbly on the ground of the forest. She had curled in on herself like a dying flower, eyes staring unseeingly. A hazy feeling had settled over her even as the damp grass soaked her clothes.
There were people around her, whispering. People that had no right to witness this—this agony. A distant part of her knew that she must've looked pathetic.
It didn't matter.