She scribbled the words down in a fit of apathy. Not sleeping, not eating, not sure if she was feeling much anymore. The only motion she could muster was this fluttering of blue ink.
The pen left her finger tips and rolled down the side of her bed.
The moment was coming and it had all seemed in vain.
84 years… it felt like it had only been 23.
Cheated by her own breath, she began her return to the place from which she came.