A Blissful Death.

The aromatic essence of bath salts floated above the powder blue water.

This was it. The last dip.

Soothing baths used to bring her joy and happiness. Foam lathering her body, candles shimmering around, casting golden shadows. A tranquility. Now, that virtue is unrecognizable, all she sees before her is her deathbed.

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