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Gripping the sink in the dead of night, Furina stared so intently into the mirror, her eyes watered. Yes, it was because of the staring.
Her reflection did not move. It did not whisper sweet, soothing words. It did not stroke her hair and tell her everything would be okay. It did not sing sweet lullabies to lull her to fitful sleep.
Furina's humanity had, in the very end, eclipsed her divinity.
She'd always felt alone. Now she felt forgotten.
Her knuckles swelled with soreness as she let go of the sink, shut the light off, and went to bed.