Rating: K
Words: 104
Pairings: Tom Branson/Sybil Crawley
Summary: I wrote this at eleven last night. I'd like to apologise for my apparent love of parallel phrasing and the second person. They're both problematic. This contains spoilers for 3.05 from the word go.
She is gone.
Her lips are grey and her hands are cold and her heart is still. Those lips that were not your first kiss, but that you know will be your last. The hand on which a wedding ring - the mirror of yours - rests. The heart that loved you so much.
All this has changed and ceased and died.
You cannot - will not? - move, or speak, or do anything but keep yourself from screaming and crying and tearing at your clothes, and even that seems impossible.
She is gone. You remain.
You always did say your life was unfair.