Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20171022212158/@comment-24123288-20171024142956

Julie had moved away from the inn and her...comrades to an alleyway, where she could be alone. She leaned against the wall and sighed heavily, before sliding down it and hugging her stomach as she sat on the floor.

"Man..." She groaned. "Everything just aches. My arm, hell, my entire body, my heart, my...soul I guess?"

The Dunmer hung her head and found her hand wandering down to the dagger she'd got from Agatha. She peered at it, for a long while.

''Been a long ass time since I last cut myself. How young and foolish was I back then? Though to be fair to myself, I had just lost Set the first time...''

She sighed again and touched the tip to her chest.

''It'd be so easy just to...push forward and be free of everything. I wouldn't be alone anymore, or rejected or...anything really.''

Julie closed her eyes and winced, taking a tight grip of the knife as she pushed it slightly, certainly giving herself a small wound.

''But I...I can't can I? I don't want to disappoint Set or Lianne...I don't want to prove Aratius right, even though he always was. I'm weak. Can't even live right without threatening to kill someone every day..''

"I can't last one hundred years..." She whispered to herself, before trembling heavily and letting her dagger fall to the floor, where she curled up into a ball and cried her eyes out.

"I just can't.."