No one had known and no one had seen. She was covered only in sterilized, cauterized wounds and somehow that made them less guilty, less damned, than she was for leaving a world that she wasn't needed in. Hated. Ignored. Alone. Terrified. Used. a Sacrifice.
People pass into (and out of) our lives constantly, like the ceaseless ebb of the restless tides. Some people almost seem to "flit" past; we see them, become acquaintances, converse, then they are gone. They are like shadows to you. In the night of the duration of your relationships with these people, a light emitted by the word "acquaintance" casts the shadow. You know there is a real person there, possessor of the shado...
