Celene sits with a bag around her head, and waits to die.
She doesn't stop breathing. Not yet. But what she is breathing is pure nitrogen gas.
Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.
Her body doesn't notice a thing. There's a steady input of gas, and no buildup of carbon dioxide, so from its perspective, everything is normal. No alarm bells go off.
She, of course, knows better.
Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.
Her head gets fuzzier, and fuzzier. It's getting harder to think. She still has a chance to stop this right now, if she wanted to. But what would be the point of that?
Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.
Her vision is getting darker now. Eventually, she loses consciousness.
A few minutes later, she stops breathing.
She just wishes she had someone there to hold her as she died.
Celene sits with a bag around her head, and waits to die.
She doesn't stop breathing. Not yet. But what she is breathing is pure nitrogen gas.
Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.
Her body doesn't notice a thing. There's a steady input of gas, and no buildup of carbon dioxide, so from its perspective, everything is normal. No alarm bells go off.
She, of course, knows better.
Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.
Her head gets fuzzier, and fuzzier. It's getting harder to think. She still has a chance to stop this right now, if she wanted to. But what would be the point of that?
Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.
Her vision is getting darker now. Eventually, she loses consciousness.
A few minutes later, she stops breathing.
she just wishes she had someone there to hold her as she died
the first tag of this fic contains a very graphic and detailed description of a Celene committing suicide. None of the details are particularly pertinent to the story so far and thus can be skipped.
Celene sits with a bag around her head, and waits to die.
She doesn't stop breathing. Not yet. But what she is breathing is pure nitrogen gas.
Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.
Her body doesn't notice a thing. There's a steady input of gas, and no buildup of carbon dioxide, so from its perspective, everything is normal. No alarm bells go off.
She, of course, knows better.
Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.
Her head gets fuzzier, and fuzzier. It's getting harder to think. She still has a chance to stop this right now, if she wanted to. But what would be the point of that?
Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.
Her vision is getting darker now. Eventually, she loses consciousness.
A few minutes later, she stops breathing.
she just wishes she had someone there to hold her as she died
[Author note: The first tag of this fic contains a very graphic and detailed description of a Celene committing suicide. None of the details are particularly pertinent to the story so far and thus can be skipped.]
Celene sits with a bag around her head, and waits to die.
She doesn't stop breathing. Not yet. But what she is breathing is pure nitrogen gas.
Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.
Her body doesn't notice a thing. There's a steady input of gas, and no buildup of carbon dioxide, so from its perspective, everything is normal. No alarm bells go off.
She, of course, knows better.
Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.
Her head gets fuzzier, and fuzzier. It's getting harder to think. She still has a chance to stop this right now, if she wanted to. But what would be the point of that?
Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.
Her vision is getting darker now. Eventually, she loses consciousness.
A few minutes later, she stops breathing.
she just wishes she had someone there to hold her as she died
[Author note: The first tag of this fic contains a very graphic and detailed description of a Celene committing suicide. None of the details are particularly pertinent to the story so far and thus can be skipped.]
Celene sits with a bag around her head, and waits to die.
She doesn't stop breathing. Not yet. But what she is breathing is pure nitrogen gas.
Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.
Her body doesn't notice a thing. There's a steady input of gas, and no buildup of carbon dioxide, so from its perspective, everything is normal. No alarm bells go off.
She, of course, knows better.
Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.
Her head gets fuzzier, and fuzzier. It's getting harder to think. She still has a chance to stop this right now, if she wanted to. But what would be the point of that?
Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.
Her vision is getting darker now. Eventually, she loses consciousness.
A few minutes later, she stops breathing.
she just wishes she had someone there to hold her as she died
[Author note: The first tag of this fic contains a very graphic and detailed description of a Celene committing suicide. None of the details are particularly pertinent to the story so far and thus can be skipped.]
Celene sits with a bag around her head, and waits to die.
She doesn't stop breathing. Not yet. But what she's breathing is pure nitrogen gas.
Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.
Her body doesn't notice a thing. There's a steady input of gas, and no buildup of carbon dioxide, so from its perspective, everything is normal. No alarm bells go off.
She, of course, knows better.
Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.
Her head gets fuzzier, and fuzzier. It's getting harder to think. She still has a chance to stop this right now, if she wanted to. But what would be the point of that?
Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.
Her vision is getting darker now. Eventually, she loses consciousness.
A few minutes later, she stops breathing.
she just wishes she had someone there to hold her as she died
[Author note: The first tag of this fic contains a very graphic and detailed description of a Celene committing suicide. None of the details are particularly pertinent to the story so far and thus can be skipped.]
Celene sits with a bag around her head, and waits to die.
She doesn't stop breathing. Not yet. But what she's breathing in is pure nitrogen gas.
Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.
Her body doesn't notice a thing. There's a steady input of gas, and no buildup of carbon dioxide, so from its perspective, everything is normal. No alarm bells go off.
She, of course, knows better.
Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.
Her head gets fuzzier, and fuzzier. It's getting harder to think. She still has a chance to stop this right now, if she wanted to. But what would be the point of that?
Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.
Her vision is getting darker now. Eventually, she loses consciousness.
A few minutes later, she stops breathing.
she just wishes she had someone there to hold her as she died
[Author note: The first tag of this fic contains a graphic and detailed description of a Celene committing suicide. None of the details are particularly pertinent to the story so far and thus can be skipped.]
Celene sits with a bag around her head, and waits to die.
She doesn't stop breathing. Not yet. But what she's breathing in is pure nitrogen gas.
Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.
Her body doesn't notice a thing. There's a steady input of gas, and no buildup of carbon dioxide, so from its perspective, everything is normal. No alarm bells go off.
She, of course, knows better.
Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.
Her head gets fuzzier, and fuzzier. It's getting harder to think. She still has a chance to stop this right now, if she wanted to. But what would be the point of that?
Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.
Her vision is getting darker now. Eventually, she loses consciousness.
A few minutes later, she stops breathing.
she just wishes she had someone there to hold her as she died
[Author note: The first tag of this fic contains a graphic and detailed description of c!Celene committing suicide. None of the details are particularly pertinent to the story so far and thus can be skipped.]
Celene sits with a bag around her head, and waits to die.
She doesn't stop breathing. Not yet. But what she's breathing in is pure nitrogen gas.
Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.
Her body doesn't notice a thing. There's a steady input of gas, and no buildup of carbon dioxide, so from its perspective, everything is normal. No alarm bells go off.
She, of course, knows better.
Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.
Her head gets fuzzier, and fuzzier. It's getting harder to think. She still has a chance to stop this right now, if she wanted to. But what would be the point of that?
Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.
Her vision is getting darker now. Eventually, she loses consciousness.
A few minutes later, she stops breathing.
she just wishes she had someone there to hold her as she died
