Natalia was alone. In the freezing rain and the bitter wind blowing on her face. The streets were nearly completely empty, with an exception of a few people here and there. Natalia sat on an ice- cold bench, tears streaming down her face.
Right where her brother, Ivan, had left her.
Ivan had finally become sick of Natalia's constant stalking him and trying to force him to marry her. He just lost it, and made it very clear that he did not want her around anymore and didn't need her. And then he took off, leaving her in the rain. His words kept repeating in her head over and over...
'I must have been such an idiot,' she thought to herself. 'All these, years... and I never realized...' Ivan didn't love her. He probably didn't even care. It was like he had ferociously ripped out her heart and threw away everything they ever had. They had been so close as children, and now... What happened to them? Why did Ivan no longer care for her? Did something happen over these years... where he stopped loving her and she continued to, not knowing?
Eventually, Natalia returned to her home and slowly went up to her bedroom. She locked the door, and picked up her knife. "Brother," she whispered softly before plunging the knife into her chest.
'If I can't be loved by you..." she thought as she lay bleeding on the floor. 'Then what good am I to exist?'