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How it seemed like I’d get to be considered as a potential Omega for their unit, the thought making me wonder what unique personality each of them had.

Would I have connected so swiftly to them as I did Atlas? Get to enjoy a day of just normalcy. Waking up in a bed with my pack. Having a plate of warm breakfast at the kitchen table. Watching television, reading newspapers, laughing, and joking while the morning passes by.

To do activities I’ve never experienced, or to simply work out for pleasure and not exhaustion. Lounge around in pajamas, matching ones, like those cheesy holiday movies, and eat buckets of ice cream while watching silly movies.

It would have been nice to experience sex. To understand the pleasure surrounding it, especially as an Omega. I doubt I would have experienced a Heat, at least not until all the daily drugs and suppressants were out of my system, but what would it be like to be worshipped by a group of men who actually adored you?

Loved you.

Could see a future with you and the rest of the pack. I’m not sure if I’d have kids, or if my body would be capable of it due to all the experimentation, but then again, I was still young.

It makes me wonder how old each of them is, knowing the age gap is probably drastic to society, but the blanket of maturity I got a glimpse of with Atlas makes me wish for more.

In the end, I didn’t have a choice to choose.

Between life and death.

Since it seemed to be already written in stone at the peak of freedom.

Oddly enough, I’m not angry.

I’m at peace with the taste I was privileged to experience.

That’s enough for me…I’m thankful.

Awareness slips further as those beautiful eyes begin to blur, reality dissolving into darkness pierced only by the shadows' song.

Their final note reaches impossible heights, transformed into a celestial chorus that guides my fading spirit toward whatever lies beyond.

If I could thank them for their companionship through years of torment, for their guidance in moments of despair, for their presence even in this final passage – I would.

That could have been their purpose all along. To be there for me in this transition between the living and the forgotten. It’s a shame I’ll have no one to remember me, but then again, maybe the little impact I made upon this cruel world will live on.

It would surpass Patient 495, that label bestowed upon me would shed away with my death.

But I’d be remembered as Nyx.

By Azurite and Luna…if they didn’t meet their ends, and Atlas and his pack, who may think of me, or even light a candle in my name.

In the end, the shadows sing the last hymns I get to listen to, and it’s satisfying that they get the final chance to serenade me farewell.

All that remains is gratitude carried on the last wisps of thought as consciousness surrenders to the void.

Into the shadows that birthed my strength.

Into the darkness that sheltered my soul.

Into the eternal night that claims me at last.

Where I began…

Where I end…

Where I finally find peace.

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RUNNING AGAINST TIME

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