Sigrid-Marie
She looked at her dark blood that was gathering in a puddle at her feet. It was too late now. Everything hurt. Her jaw clenched as she drew her knife and readied herself for the inevitable.
- Please, he whispered. Please just end it.
And so she did. Never had anyone showed him such kindness.
They said she was graced with beauty. Like that made her lucky.
Right.
It wouldn't really help her much, not here, not really. Beauty wouldn't save her. It wouldn't save anybody else either, for that matter.