Xirysa Says: Part 1! Yes! Because school made me put this on hold for so long, I've decided to write two shorts instead of one super long one. Enjoy!
To the Other Side and Back Again
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Part 1 of 2: Broken
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Everything is cold, she realizes. It is cold, so cold, and she will never be warm again. Because he is cold now, cold and still and unmoving, and it's all her fault.
Go away.
She brings the bottle in her hand to her lips and tilts until she can feel liquid fire burning a path down her throat. It burns, it burns, it fucking burns, but it doesn't matter because she is still so damn cold.
Go away, I'm fine. I'm perfectly alright.
But he was warm, she remembers. Once upon a time, at least. He was warm and handsome and sweet and everything was better when he was around. She still remembers the feel of his lips on hers when he first kissed her, can still recall how his face had become almost as red as his hair the first time she had introduced him to her grandfather as her fiancé.
What do you mean? I don't have a problem.
Her hand tightens slightly around the green glass of the bottle as she brings it to her mouth again. It doesn't burn anymore, but she's freezing now. The bottle is almost empty, she notices. It doesn't matter, though; she has another one in her room, on the dresser.
Bull shit. You can't help me.
She stands up, and her hair falls across her face in a mass of tangles. She hasn't bothered to brush it for years, it seems, even though she know it hasn't been nearly that long—there hasn't been a need to, after all. The only person who would possibly care is gone.
No one can.
Maybe if she hadn't insisted that he stay at work so that she could finish their dinner that night, maybe he wouldn't have been assigned to patrol the city's worst neighborhood. Maybe he wouldn't have gone alone. Maybe his body wouldn't have been found the next morning, bloody and broken. And maybe she wouldn't feel so terribly broken anymore.
I don't need you.
She grabs the other bottle from her dresser, and drinks. She drinks and she drinks, and each mouthful brings her closer and closer to the inevitable darkness. But she doesn't care. The closer she is to the darkness means that she is that much closer to him.
I don't need anyone else.
And as she feels herself drown in the inky blackness, she swears she can hear him.
"Lyndis," his voice whispers. Then she smiles.
"Kent…"
Because he's not here anymore.
They find her in the morning, her face pale and smiling as her green glass eyes stare blankly at the bottle clutched in her hands.
Xirysa Says: Originally wasn't an AU. It also wasn't supposed to be this amazingly depressing, either. I also don't think I've ever written anything in this style before, either. Hm… I'm afraid that I didn't really stick to the specifications of the 'fic stuff. But it was still fun to write, so yes. There's a lot of stuff I purposely left ambiguous, so think what you will. Aside from that, however… Feedback is wonderful!