A doll with its witch.
She has bags, dark circles under her eyes, and a tired smile on her face.
She mumbles helpless, broken words, with a morbid amusement in her tone.
"I'm not going to make it, am I."
She idly pats the doll as she describes her reasons why.
And the doll listens.
It makes noises from time to time.
It's listening.
Even if it isn't sure what to say.
It's listening.