A/N: TW: Suicide. Cathy can't take the life of being a hooker anymore. Why was she doing that? I'm not sure! I just wanted to write to music! :D implied Yuma/Cathy!
Cathy was in her hotel room and she was shaking horribly, something was being tightly held in her hand. Cathy was in a sparkly black dress and she looked beautiful, she was breathing heavily as she held the item in her hand tighter as her eyes began to fill with tears, she buried her face in her arms… she murmured something but it was unheard, she thought about how she let everyone down.
How nobody knew about the dark life she ran behind closed doors, Cathy got money from what she did but what good was it when you waste the money on messing your head up? She watched Yuma try and save her once when he found out watched him try and understand why. Cathy wanted him to save her even though she knew he couldn't.
Cathy murmured again something to herself as she held her arms to her legs and the item, tears still falling, she was going to die tonight, she swore she was going to die tonight.
Can you save me?
Even though we both know that you can't,
I'm gonna die tonight, Yuma.
I swear to god I'm gonna die…
And with that as she finished writing the letter, she held the item to her hand and pointed it directly at her chest, it was a knife, she plunged it into her heart, she coughed and sputtered as it took the breath from her lungs, she smiled and whispered….
"I'm sorry Yuma…"