Cheyne-Stokes
WTWB Cookie!
Her world ends on a Monday evening, and it is not at all like she expected; loud and obvious, with lights and bangs. Instead, it is quiet and dark and drawn out, like humanity's final breath. A death rattle that seems to last for eternity, and she throws herself into the ocean to escape the gurgling sound coming from her lungs.
Her hair turns black and spreads out behind her like seaweed and it doesn't take long for her skin to wrinkle and peel and for a split second she hopes they find her body before it bloats.
ETA: Bert. I miss you so much it hurts sometimes.
Her world ends on a Monday evening, and it is not at all like she expected; loud and obvious, with lights and bangs. Instead, it is quiet and dark and drawn out, like humanity's final breath. A death rattle that seems to last for eternity, and she throws herself into the ocean to escape the gurgling sound coming from her lungs.
Her hair turns black and spreads out behind her like seaweed and it doesn't take long for her skin to wrinkle and peel and for a split second she hopes they find her body before it bloats.
ETA: Bert. I miss you so much it hurts sometimes.