What would you do if she died tomorrow?
What would you think if it were your fault?
What would you do if you could have prevented it?
What would you have done if she had said something?
"You knew," he accused the dark man, glaring at him, trying to pierce the heavy clothing the other wore. "You knew she was depressed! Why didn't you stop her?" he cried in anger.
The other didn't even look up. "Why should you care?" he said darkly. He shifted slightly, away from the other, though there was no other sign of discomfort.
The first male continued to glare down at the seated one, though it was a somewhat teary glare. "How could I not? She touched all of us, not only you." His long braid whipped around him as he abruptly sat down. "None of us are monsters, you know."
The other man snorted. "I know. She showed me that." He didn't continue, preferring to stay within memories instead. He drew the heavy cloak around more tightly, trying to avoid the stiff wind coming off of the ocean. The first man lost most of his anger at his tone, knowing whatever he was feeling, it was ten-fold worse for the other.
They stayed in silence for sometime, the longhaired man sensing the other's need for privacy, though it would not stop him completely. The braided one had known the other for too long to do that. "Wufei, you will need to tell someone. The police will be here soon."
The other man, Wufei, nodded, the gesture impaired by his hood. "I know. I know that all too well. We will be long gone by then, though, Duo. She has decreed it so." He pulled something out of his cloak, the dying sunlight making it glitter.
Wufei opened the locket, standing up as he did so. The hood fell back, showing water dampened black hair falling limply around his head. His face was stretched tight with stress and weariness.
Would you cry if she left tomorrow?
Would you cry if you were her reason?
What would you do if you hurt her?
What would you do if you broke your word?
When the uniformed men arrived fifteen minutes after the two men's exchange, they were puzzled by the sight that awaited them. A beautiful woman was in the deep pool beneath them, her long golden hair splayed around her. She wore a shimmering white dress, and a crown of gold still rested on her head.
When they brought her up to the surface, she was not breathing, not that any of them had expected differently. There was no sign that her death had been due to foul play, but later on, the experts could not find a single cause of death. There were no signs of asphyxiation, she had not been poisoned, attacked or harmed in any way. Her case was a mystery.
As it should be.
That's it. There is no more. This was just a fun ficcie that came out of nowhere.