The cold and wet was seeping through her slippers, but she didn’t care. The chair was hard and uncomfortable, but she could endure it. She knew. She knew this would be her last chance to see the sun rise over her particular piece of horizon. Her last chance to see the dawn of a brand new day and wonder what it may bring.
She knew what this day would bring, though. She also knew that her family would be cross with her when they found her, frozen on her chair instead of inside in her warm bed.
Word count: 97
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But a decision to be in control of her fate
The final acceptance of fate is easier for some than others. A touching and sad story.
Acceptance seems to have brought her relief. Nicely done.
That last chance can mean so much. Nicely done.
She’s doing this on her own terms, and I like that strength and determination in her. I can also understand her family’s expected reactions, but when life is pared down to hours and minutes, one last sunrise is worth whatever it takes. Beautiful story.
Powerful choice and powerful story.