She sighed; all resolve gone with the exhaling of air. She lay there all hope gone from her eyes. The early morning was past, the Sun was making is majestic way to midday. She lay still as one frozen, lost in thought, letting the desert taker her fear, her anger, her very thoughts. At this moment she communed in perfect harmony with the more constant of her lovers, The Desert. She knew and there was no regret now for what might have been, only sweet longing for memories she could not take and a simple wish to this giver of life and receiver of her spirit.
A shadow fell across the edge of her ledge. Still she did not stir, only her eyes sought his. His eyes so hard and resolute, eyes with no mercy or understanding of what he would carry forever clung to her eyes, limpid with no plea for clemency. She knew as he swung the knife – the knife she had used, still stained with the blood of Ahote, he saw it in her eyes that she understood and forgave, too late as the hate filled swing was completing its vengeful arc did he realize. It only took one blow; the desert received her life force greedily. A sigh escaped her as her spirit acquiesced to the finality of this ruthless act.
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