" You don't have to do any of that anymore. Come, let's go away, to a better place." The woman held out a hand to her, and she reached out for it, holding it tightly as if not bearing to let go. " I missed you dearly, Zayan."
Was that her name?
" Come on, let's leave now."
She drifted behind her, not saying a word, only following the warmth of her hand and holding on to it.
" It's okay to let go now, Zayan, you've done enough."
Probably she had.
Probably, it was time she stopped fighting for her place in the world and rested.
She stopped in her tracks, forcing the woman to halt and look back at her. " Something the matter, dear?"
Was that right? Was she okay with that? Had her fight really ended there? Was that how far her journey would go?
" It doesn't." A new voice called. One that was so familiar.
" Shahrazad!" She looked up, searching for her, and the darkness faded, replaced by new fleeting memories, yet...
They weren't.
