After the Dance
A/N: Character Death!!! A mixture of hurt, pain, the usual Greg/Sara angst.
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There Sara sat, on her couch, a beer in one hand and a razor in the other. She ran the blade across her skin, blood running down her arm, tears running down her face. She took a deep swing of beer, finishing it off and threw it against the wall.
She fingered the scars that have become more frequent on her arm since that shattering day at the dance. 5 months ago.
Ever since then she could barely make it through a day at work. A week ago Greg and Shyenne had gotten married. Sara had attended even though it killed her.She couldn't take it any more. She couldn't see Greg at work everyday; see the ring on his finger.Her whole body felt exhausted and tired. She wanted to sleep, sleep forever, dreaming of the life she and Greg could have had.
She ran the razor blade down her arm again. Then she grabbed a pin and paper, an idea forming in her mind. She wrote on the piece of paper all her feelings:
Dearest Greg,
Hope you had fun on your honeymoon. When you get this letter, I will already be gone. I'll be in San Francisco Cemetery to be exact. I never got to tell you that I loved you. I can't believe I wasted all these years and by the time I gathered confidence to tell you, you were with HER. I wish I knew you loved me too. I wish I wasn't dying alone, I wish it was with you, in our old age. I love you and I hope you enjoy life and your new wife.
Love you forever and for always,
Sara
She put the pad on the empty table. She got everything set, she didn't really care what normal suicides do. She's not like them. Besides a knife through the heart is perfect to describe how she feels.
She walked over to her kitchen and grabbed the knife.
Without farther ado, she plunged the knife in, gasping. She didn't know how long she laid there, alive, until her eyes finally closed. She hoped she didn't leave a big hassle for the others.
Her last fleeting thoughts were; Greg I love you and now I can finally go to sleep, dreaming about you forever.
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When Greg returned from his honeymoon, walking hand and hand with Shyenne and grinning happily, all he got in return were looks of sadness, sorrow, hate, and so many other things. He walked into the break room, everyone already there.
"Hi, guys!" He greeted them.
They only mumbled something back. He couldn't keep his curiosity to himself. "Hey, guys, what happened? Everyone seems a little...morbid."
He saw 4 pairs of multiple colored eyes flash up at him before returning to their tasks.
Only Grissom answered. "We have some bad new. While you were away we found Sara, dead, suicide. She left a note for you. You already missed the funeral and everything, she's already buried." The older man told him quietly, handing him a letter with 'Greggo' scrawled across it in Sara's handwriting.
Greg felt no tears come as he took the letter, still in shock. He pushed Shyenne away and went to the locker room. Sitting down on the bench he opened the letter with care.
When he had finished reading it there were tears pouring from his eyes. He rushed out of there with no explanations, he just hopped in his car and the next thing he knew he was sitting in front of Sara's grave at the Cemetery in California.
"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry, Forgive me. I didn't know! I do, I do love you!" He cried, hugging the tombstone. While he sat there crying, he didn't know Sara was above him, dreaming peacefully about how life could have been.
THE END
I cried when I wrote this. Yeah, morbid, I know. But I was feeling very morbid when I wrote this. I didn't mean to kill Sara off but...what can ya do? Please rate nicely.