I watched too stunned to do anything as red blood dripped from Kotoko's outstretched hand. The color of Rubies, they fell to the floor, one after another. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. The gash in her palm looked like an evil grin, forewarning the destruction that was about to happen.
Kotoko looked down at her hand, then to the owner of the knife that had cut through her delicate flesh. The color was draining from her frail face as the red liquid steadily ran down her appendage. I never knew what she felt back then; her visage showed no emotion.
"If you won't come with us," said her fragile breath, "Then I guess there's no more use for me to be here, either." Leaning forward, my little wife delicately took the knife from her attacker, as if talking an injured child. I saw her glance towards me as she brought the knife to her chest, holding it dearly.
"I'm sorry Irie-kin, but it's only for the best." Perhaps someday you'll follow in my footsteps as well." She giggled as she hugged the beautiful knife, making sure that the point was set at her heart
At that point, it was was nothing but a blur for me. I found myself on the floor, unable to do anything as my little wife slowly died. She coughed once. Twice. A speck of blood landed on her lips. I blinked, and she was lying on the floor shaking. She had a peaceful smile written on her face as she dissolved into clear, sparkling water. At least the thirsty ground would always remember her.