An extremely short one-shot I just wrote up as a way to vent some stress and sadness. Enjoy!
"He's dead."
She doesn't remember how she ended up here. One minute, they told her that he had been murdered and the next, she found herself in a quiet corridor, hiding from sympathetic eyes.
She doesn't want their sympathy.
How much more pain is possible in this wretched world?
This pain overcomes her now as disbelief is replaced by reality. The pain is a fog creeping towards her, its cold fingers clutching her vulnerable mind until everything looks hazy and wrong.
She's no one in the eyes of the world, but she feels that surely time must have stopped in his unending absence.
How can it be sunny today, when he's gone?
Why are people smilng today?
The world is laughing in her face as it cruelly continues onward...oblivious to her loss.
Her loss.
It sounds so...strange. She's too young to have lost him.
A tear carves a path down her soft cheek, leaving behind a permanent gouge on her body in the form of an emotional chip.
She will never be the same.
She hears them, now, calling her name and searching for her frantically. She's not lost...she just doesn't want to be found.
Their voices fade as they search in another direction and she breathes a sigh of relief and the wind bites against the building, seeming to exhale with her.
Maybe, if she stays here long enough, she'll slowly fade away. Then, once she's part of an indeterminable and mysterious nothingness, they'll find each other.
She'll be united with her stolen heart once more.