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Pou has been hurt. Badly, onto the brink of dying, you could say shes only got a few minutes to last as long as she makes it to the main room that is. But it's futile, something breached and the last thing pou saw was it only staying in the main room. The generators were shut down anyway. It's hopeless.
"oou..im sleepy.. i wonder where mama is. I wanna get a bed time story from her at least.." pou didnt realise she wasnt going to wake up from this sleep. She was bleeding out intensely, how didnt she know she was dying? Did she just not realise it? Was she ignoring it? Who knows.
not a miracle , but by chance. Aoife runs in. Supposedly going to help with the breaching abnormality but she stops in her tracks the moment aoife spots the dying pou on the ground. Without even a single though she drops everything and picks up pou. She knows that the generator in that main room is broken, guess we're taking the long route.
"mama..im getting sleepy.." pous eyes were getting heavier, her voice quieting. It's the end of the road. "N..no pou! Keep your eyes open! Theres a special prize at the end of this detour if you keep your eyes open!" Aoife was desperate. She didnt want to lose pou, she didnt want to lose her (adopted.) daughter. The one that brought her a little bit of joy everyday, the one that brought her smiles and laughs. The one that brough her some arguments and through some sad ones.
the one that was in her arms. Dying.
she wasn't gonna make it to the closest main room in time, seems like something got in the way.
it was over the minute the strike was landed onto pou.
"mama..I'm..gonna go take a kitty nap..is that ok?" Pou was withering away at this point. Its over. Why couldnt have been me? Why ? Aoife wondered. Why was it the one that had make her life have a bit more light? It wasnt fair. None of this was.
"no pou. Stay awake for mama.. please pou. Stay awake for mama, we can play with your toys and make biscuits later on if you stay awake. Ok?" She was desperate to cling onto the dying light that was pou. She was trapped, on the left, safetys main room was futile, an abnormality was in there and it certianly wasnt a freindly one. On the right, the hallway to informations main room had also been blocked off.
Sure! She could use the elevators but they were unyeildingly slow, there was no point.
pou was going to die.
it was an awful thing to think. Pou, the one that brought smiles and warmth. Pou, the one that cared and loved everyone no matter what shape, size or person you were. Pou, the one that had love deep in her heart. But that love would soon fade.
"mama..i'm really sleepy..can you read me a bed time story..?" Pou was tugging on aoifes coat, blood staining the coat as well. She was getting paler and weaker. Aoife would never see pou again, might as well do what the girl says.
"Alright.. alright yeah.. here i'll lay you down." She was trying to hold back tears, she had to be strong for pou. "Here you go pou." She laid pou down on the ground, taking off her coat and laying it over pou before sitting down next to her. Putting a hand through her hair and the other on her cheek, rubbing it. "Alright, once upon a time there were two cats.. a- a pink one and a brown one. The pink one wanted to do everything! It wanted to climb up mountains and befriend everyone..!" Aoife kept going in this round about. She was only delaying the inevitable.
"..im sorry pou." Aoife muttered under her breath. Taking the hand off from pous head. "You go take your kitty cat nap ok? I'll see-" she paused. "..i'll see you soon." She started to sob. It was over. "Mama.. can we bake biscuits after my nap? Is that ok?" She didnt know. She'd never get to make biscuits ever again. "..sure pou. We can."
you can't delay the inevitable.
Pou laid to rest, the twinkle in her eyes fading, the bright blue slowly turning dark. It was over, she was gone. She had a smile on her face. She left happy.
this was a nap she'd never wake up from.
maybe she'll be happier.
not to aoife. She'd live with guilt. Guilt that she couldnt have pou, guilt that she didnt even try to help, guilt for everything that they wanted to do.
all of the warmth and memories were slipping quickly.
it was painful.
each "i love you mama!" Felt distant and cold, each "youre the best mama in the world!" Felt like lies. She was nothing without the light that made her happy.
It wouldnt hurt to go after.
the automated message was sent.
"{Pou has died!}"
But.. the misery, the guilt was too big to bear.
"{Aoife has entered panic!}"
it wouldnt hurt to go after.
"dont worry pou.. mama is gonna catch up to you, dont worry."
she hugged the corpse of what once was her daughter, she was going to join her. She'd be happy.