alright, this is just a little fic that wrote in about ten minutes because i just finished rewatching the Gunslinger Girl series again. so if it's not that good, i can understand (especially since i don't really write a lot), but don't ouright flame it please. it took a lot to even post this, so i ask that you please respect that.
this fic takes place during the very end of episode thirteen, and this my interpetation of what happened to Angelica (i say this because my sister interprets the scence very differently. she insists that Angleica just fell asleep, whereas i think that she died).
also, the italics mostly are Angleica's thoughts, though there are a couple that are used to emphasize certain words.
As the meteors rained down, Angelica realized that she'd never been happier in her entire life.
Marco was here with her, watching the meteor shower with her. Not off someplace else, but he was spending time with her, and that was more precious to her than any material gift he could have given her could be.
With the music in the playing in the back round, Angelica could feel the lead-like lethargy setting in again, making her wish she could just sleep. Even with the remarkably (or maybe that was just her, what with the enhanced eyesight and all) bright shooting stars overhead imprinting their radiant blaze onto her eyes, she knew she wouldn't be able to keep her eyes open much longer, even though she wanted to. But, before she went to sleep, she wanted to hear Marco read the story again. Her story, she remembered abruptly. He wrote it for me. And, because of that she wanted to hear it, just once, before she went to sleep.
As Marco began to read aloud, Angelica lost herself in the sound of his voice, and the singers voices coming from the stereo. Without her permission, her own dark eyes started to close, and, before she knew it, the sights and the sounds; the luminous glow provided by meteor shower, the music, Marco reading, and herself, she vaguely realized, were all fading away into the obscurity of the night.
But Angelica didn't mind. She was with her handler, and she knew that, despite her fear, she wasn't afraid to die because she was with him.
Yes, she thought. I'm happy because I'm with you.