It had to be her.

Because she loved them, and she always gave everything for those that she loved. It was funny. That final moment, that moment she thought she’d be most afraid of?

It was one of the only times where she had no fears or doubts at all. She whispered a quiet “Thank you,” to them all, and before they could catch on, she was gone.

She would use that strength they always brought out of her one last time.

Author's Note

Prompt #98: Write a story in a hundred words or less.

Part six. The second shortest. I like that, and the simplicity. In the end, Shy would go down the wire for these five.