I felt like I couldn’t leave her like this, and lifted her up in both arms, to protect her.
She was light. And stiff. The black cat’s body had stiffened into the position I saw her lying on the ground in. It almost been comically evident she would live no more, yet when I touched her... It was like she was a thing. An object.
It was then I learned how when creatures die, they become mere things.
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♫ Artist: MiddleIsland
♫ Track: Epitaph
(from the old works collection)
Image credit:
www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/676...