[fancypost bgcolor=#585755; border: 2px solid #7a7875; background-image:url('http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e309/breezeyboop123/heather_zpsz0n4lfgm.jpg'); background-repeat: no-repeat; height: 500px; width: 470px;]
[fancypost bgcolor=#7a7875; border: 0px; opacity: 0.7; margin-top: 260px; width: 440px; height: 220px; overflow: auto; font-size: 8pt; color: #201f1e; text-align: justify;]Too much was happening. Too much, and too little. Juno had opened her eyes to the truth, the real truth about the world around her, and the serval had moved out of her room with Primalpaw. She had stopped talking to her girlfriend, she had stopped doing her normal things, she had slept a lot and done less and less.
She couldn't do this. She couldn't. Heather had spent days upon days wracking her brain to figure out what would ever fix any of this, but there was nothing. She had been motivated by love this entire time, but there was no love left for her. There was nothing that could create the desire to do anything, and it didn't matter anymore whose fault it was.
The splayed body of the serval was flat as a pancake on the ground, her position and broken skull making it clear that she had leapt off the building and not bothered to catch herself. It had not been an accident, and now Heather was gone.
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