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Paint was dripping over her underarm while she was painting. Meandering white trails contrasted with her tanned skin, before they dripped onto the ground.

Her movements were deliberate and her concentration was complete. These would be her last words.

The breeze caressed her hair and the sun warmed the wall where she would leave her words. To her right, the air was trembling above the trainrails. She had to hurry with her last message. She only had ten minutes before the train would pass her by.

One last thought, one last greeting.

Her brush came loose from the wall, and it was done.

Absently she wiped the paint from her arm and read her message.

Bye Amber.

She smiled.