She was slowly beginning to become cold, grey, and lifeless. Blood dripped from where her heart used to be. More stained her hair, but it was unclear of whether it was her own. It was like an infection with no cure- it rippled through her body, suddenly making her the unrecognizable monster that stood before me.

The girl, who had spent too long looking up at the night sky- she knew too much.

She knew too soon, about what was coming.

Now, I lived in fear of her, forgetting everything she once was.

That she once was human.

That she once had a family, people who loved her.

That I once called her my friend.

Perhaps she was the lucky one.