‘Now, not another Peep’ - Astilbe death SRP

Instructions

TW: death … Astilbe knew from the moment that she was reaped, she wouldn’t make it out alive. Now, it was ever clearer as she laid there, a battle fought… and clearly lost. “I…” Astilbe struggled as she coughed, feeling her energy draining drastically. Memories seemed to rush to her- maybe to try and desperately find a way to save herself. There would be no avail, of course. She had no useful memories to get her out of this situation… Any hope of possibly finding something to heal herself was dashed, too. It was whiteout. heh… It would be blackout for her, now. … She didn’t blame the other. They were only trying to survive… everybody here was just trying to survive. But… she did blame them. The wretched cats who had taken all these cats from their lives, and forced them to fight. Fight until there was only one left, to be plagued by the actions that they were forced to participate in. The cats that forced them to /murder/. The cats… the cats that… Astilbe shuddered weakly… the ones behind why he was gone. … Breathes were so limited. Time was even shorter. Astilbe’s vision seemed to fog around the edges… the memories kept coming, thundering down on her. She didn’t know if they hurt more than the physical pain. There was a memory, from when she was young… her sister, Plumeria, had had a bad day… and Astilbe had gone to comfort her. “Maybe tomorrow will be a good day,” she had offered. “Maybe,” was Plumeria’s reply, “or maybe it’ll be a worse day…” “At least it’ll be another day… that’s good, right?” Astilbe chuckled feebly at the memory. How foolish she had been. Now, there wouldn’t be another day. … There was a twinkle at the edge of Astilbe’s vision. Using the last of her energy, Astilbe got up to get a good look at what it was… but suddenly, it felt like a thousand weights that she didn’t know that had been constraining her had been lifted, like she was air. She paused, startling a little when she realized with a blink, her vision wasn’t nearly as hazy as it had been, either. She hesitated, before she turned to where she had been lying and paused. Oh. So… she was a spirit now. As horrible as it was, Astilbe couldn’t help but stare at her… body, slumped lifelessly against the ground. She stared solemnly for a few moments, before remembering the twinkle. She tried to take a breath, but in this form it seemed she didn’t have lungs- most likely because she no longer… needed… lungs. Ah. She turned, and she paused. It was… no, it couldn’t be… was that… she froze, eyes wide, the sensation of tears sprung to her eyes as a fluttering feeling was exude Peep? … … … End.