Yo!

So, here's yet another depressing one-shot. I know you're sick of them, but here's another one, okay? :P


Cammie's POV:

The dusk seemed even darker as I said goodbye.

As I told you what I'd been thinking for weeks, how we couldn't go on and how we'd been crazy for even trying to have a relationship, you nodded and tried to understand.

You must know now. I was afraid, Zach. I was afraid that if things continued, he would hurt one or both of us. So I had to let you go, much as it hurt.

When I'd finished, I watched your reaction, not that there really was one – your face was impassive, your eyes dead, lifeless.

We then both rose slowly, and after one last searching look at each other, went our separate ways.

I could have hailed a taxi, but I chose to walk through the steady downpour, needing to think, or not think, as the case may be.

My death was an accident. Tragic, they would call it later.

Rendered deaf and blind by the loss of you, I never heard the blare of the car's horn; never saw its headlights, dim through the torrential showers. I never heard the wail of the ambulance as it rushed to the scene either; never saw the rain wash my blood down the drain.

But you did.

You never even broke stride as you saw me beneath the wheels of the car, knowing there was no use, that I was already gone. I'm not sure if you would have stopped even if I was still alive. Perhaps not, you believing me lost already. But maybe you would have, holding me limp in your arms as my life ebbed away.

Your death, however, was anything but accidental.

From there you took a direct route to the bridge, and stepped easily onto the low wall, oblivious to the screams of passersby. You looked over the wide river, running the last few months – the happiest in your life – over in your mind.

Then you jumped.

For a second, everything went into slow motion, you hung as though frozen in time, suspended in the cold air, arms outstretched, eyes closed. But then the world sped up again, and you were quickly lost beneath the black waters.

After you were found, they buried you next to me.

It seemed to be a consolation, that if we couldn't be together in real life because of an abusive ex, no matter how much we loved one another, then we could lie side by side for the rest of earth's days.

Together once more.


I know eh? I can't stop writing romantic tragedies, can I?

Sorry.

Anyways, review?

Please?

Thx.

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-Tess.