Lacey held the small glass vial. The contents shimmered within, enticing her to sample just a small sip.
Could she force herself to do it again? How many times had she taken this route? Too damn many to count.
Sighing, she uncorked the bottle. Maybe next time she wouldn't be forced to this extreme, maybe next time he would actually find her, claiming her for his own.
But no matter how many lifetimes she had experienced one thing remained true, a sure consistent, life never played fair.
The colorful liquid coated her throat. It would only be a matter of time and the poison would do its work.This time though Lacey embraced the darkness, opened her arms wide welcoming the void like a long lost lover.
Death, oh such sweet death.
The prompt is from Horrorprompts on Instagram.
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