Emily's pov
My chest heaved as I tried to collect enough air into my lungs.
I had just....killed Maya.
I didn't understand how it happened, or come to terms with the fact that I managed to kill her.
She had the upper hand.
She was stronger.
She had everything.
Yet, just one pierce of my nails in her neck and she was now dead.
The weight of just killing the only female friend I thought I had made me crumble to my knees before her.
With trembling hands I reach out for her, noting how my nails had gone back to its regular size and the white fur that peeked out of my pores were no longer there.
If the blood was not gushing out of the tear in her throat, I'd think that I was hallucinating about my sudden half way shift.
But it was clear, the red dancing in the soil, her eyes dead.
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