Authors Note: This is a story about suicide, so if you feel it is something you cannot hadle, do not read. It's imspired by one of my many moods and I would never ever recomend anyone to go down this road. It's just not worth it even though it feels like it is the only way out.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own CSI Miami and I don't make any money from it
Warning: Suicide.
Slipping away.
Julia looked at the blood that was running down from the cuts in her arms. Next to her was a piece of broken glass from the bathroom mirror.
Her tears had stopped, there was simply no left.
She looked at the blood that was flowing out of her, she was starting to feel weak, dizzy.
So this was what it felt like to die.
She closed her eyes and pictured Kyle, her son, the love of her life.
Life was simply too hard without him. She felt so lonely now that he was out in the war. She thought of how he would take the message of her death and felt badly about it, but only for a second.
It didn't matter, nothing did.
She was all alone in the world, no one really loved her, no one would care if she was gone.
She seldom got calls, texts or mails.
She was the forgotten one.
Just then, when she knew there was no turning back, that it was the last minute of her life, she heard the front door open and someone call her name.
"Shit," she though, looking for a way out, she didn't want to be found like this.
Half dead, half alive.
"Julia," she heard again.
It was Natalia's soft voice calling out for her.
Horatio had told the other woman to stop by to check on her again. He sometimes did when he couldn't find time to come himself. Unexpected. Unplanned. But not unwanted.
Julia actually had ended up liking the other woman quite a bit.
She wanted to call back, but she was just too weak.
"Jules, where are you?" she heard Natalia call.
"I'm here," she whispered, the tears that had stopped, again started to flow.
She could hear her footsteps come closer now. She was looking in the bedroom that was next to the master bathroom. She heard a knock on the door.
"Talia," she whispered again.
"Jules," she heard her question from the outside.
"Talia," she managed to say a little louder, making the door open.
Natalia looked at the younger woman, blood all around her, her pale face. She knew it was too late to do anything, except being there, and that she intended to do.
She saw down next to her and pulled her into her arms, gently stroking her, whispering, "It's OK, you are not alone, I'm here."
"Talia," she whispered, clutching her hand hardly, before the grip loosened and her hand slipped to the floor. Now it was Natalia's turn to cry.
She would never have the chance to tell Julia how much she loved her and now it was too later. She simply sat there with the dead body in her arm, she was still warm. She knew she had to call for the mortician to take her body. Right now that didn't matter. Right now she only wanted to spend some last moments with her.
"I love you," she whispered as more tears washed down over the body of the other female.
Maybe it was said too late, but at least she hadn't died alone. She had died in the arms of someone who truly loved her. A woman that even in her sadness understood, just why she did what she did. A woman that would never forget her and that would carry her with her for the rest of her life.
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