AN: Lenalee's world was her friends. Without them, what was she to do?
Disclaimer: I never did, no, nor never shall, own any part of D. Gray Man
The Earl was dead, the war against him won, yet Lenalee Lee could not rejoice. She had watched her brother welcome her peaceful comrades home for the last time with a bow, seen the flames take their glad faces, ones that knew that they had saved many with that greatest sacrifice. She had watched the young Bookman laugh as he lay bleeding on the smoking battlefield, even knowing that there was no hope of his ever rising again. The sour Japanese swordsman scowled his last at her tears, mumbling his annoyance at her attention. The Fourteenth had faded away beneath her gaze with the kindest smile he could manage, his mission at last completed, having escaped Central's attacks forever. Now she knelt on the chapel floor just as she had that day, remembering all they had ever said and done. How Allen and Lavi had many a time just barely escaped being chopped to pieces by Mugen. She recalled that Kanda had always been around when Louverrier left her terrified, while Allen had always offered a compassionate smile and Lavi tossed in a laugh. Lenalee rose slowly from the flagstones to avoid bumping her many injuries. Thoughts ran through her sorrow-bowed head: why had she survived while the others had not? Why had her innocence saved her life while other wielders were abandoned by God and stolen from the world? With those lines looping endlessly round the numb expanses of her mind, she walked as if to a funeral march to the cliff, wind tugging at her short locks, whipping around her clothes, and tossed the black rings of Innocence into the sea. Within seconds the greedy waves swallowed the crystals, pulling them down to the bottom of the ocean, never to be found again.
Even though the Earth survived, Lenalee's World was torn to pieces.