The rain fell in a steady drizzle. Its pounding against the ground was rhythmic, like the beat of a tribal drum, sounding as a perpetual call to lost souls. Amber's teary eyes could barely make out the blurry world around her, and she felt as though the things she was seeing couldn't possibly be real. Streams of blood ran down her hands, falling to the ground, merging into the rain. No matter how much was washed away, more blood came from the open cuts in her wrists. Her wide eyes had a maddened look in them, showing from within the deepest reaches. Her body was shaking, not from fear, but from mingled pain and joy.
"Blood for blood…I will bleed for you. I WILL BLEED FOR YOU!" she cried into the night sky, her smile twisted into a look of agony.
Why would no one allow her this sacrifice? Why was she denied the privilege of death? Why, when she was at the brink of eternal rest, would she be dragged back to this life she so hated?
"I want to see him…I want to be with him! WHY WON'T YOU LET ME?!" more tears came, and more blood spilled to the ground.
Her soggy auburn hair whipped around her face in wet clumps. She fell to her knees on the asphalt, breathing heavily. She brought a hand to her cheek to wipe away the tears and smeared blood across one side of her face, leaving a crimson mark to flatter her delicate features. Her jaw jutted out as she grit her teeth, grinding them together, trying to make-believe that everything was back to normal, trying to make-believe that he was still with her. She crumpled into a wet heap on the ground, freezing in her soaked clothing.
"Why can't I die…?" she whispered, "what is this curse of mine…?"
Time seemed to stop as she threw her head back against the ground, staring up into the ashen sky. Her green eyes looked upon the hazy form of someone hanging in the air above her.
"Save me," she pleaded, "kill me…"
Veiled shapes took form as his wings, and she could see distinct emerald eyes looking back at her. They stared into her soul. He held out a hand.
"Riku…?" her vision was fading in and out.
The angel spoke, his voice echoing in her head, "Princess Mesako…"
Amber turned on her side and coughed, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth. She took a few raspy breaths then, closing her eyes, let her body drift into the unfathomable abyss of her mind. Somewhere deep inside, she felt a door opening, a power being released. She was falling, sinking into the darkness, crying out for death. Instead, she felt something grip her hand. She was pulled from the void and a feeling of warmth washed over her body.
"Don't save me…please don't…" she begged, "I want to die…I want to see him…"
It was as though a blade had been forced into her head, cutting through her thoughts. The warmth was gone instantly and her darkest memories were wrenched from the back of her mind, one by one. Every piece of anything she had ever felt was torn to shreds behind her very eyes.
When nothing more remained, she opened her eyes. Darkness met her gaze, comforting her. It tilted back her head, lulling her to sleep. She lifted a hand to the sky, unsure of the reason, and felt another hand grip it in return. This time, she accepted the salvation. Everything was bathed in light and she collapsed into a pair of strong arms.