Eridan gripped his hair in his hands, clawing at it as he growled out the words, "You don't get it, do you? It wwasn't supposed to mean anything. It was nevver supposed to mean anything! Wwhen wwe first got back together, you said it wwould be okay, but you wwill alwways feel more for me, wwon't you?" He paused, worked up and biting his lip to keep tears at bay.
"I shouldn't be here," he eventually said.
"Then go," Vriska responded, her voice betraying how broken she felt inside. She didn't really care if he wanted to be 'rails with pails or if he wanted less. She just wanted her moirail. But now. . . she wasn't going to have that either, was she?
Eridan ran a hand through his hair, getting up and stalking out, muttering what sounded an awful lot like "You'll nevver do anything right, wwill you, Ampora?"
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Vriska walked to the park, feeling like the night looked. Dull clouds hung over the city, the air was stifling; it looked about to rain. She took a seat on the swing, remembering the hot nights when she and Eridan would come. It couldn't really be over that quick and easy, could it? Sighing, she scratched her arm, right where her old scars were. The pain wasn't making the void in her soul go away, though. If anything, it got bigger, pulsed stronger, reminded her more that it was there. She looked around for a solution.
She saw one at the top of the high slide. The drop was high enough, she had rope on her. It was perfect. She got up and climbed to the top, making her make-shift noose before throwing her leg over the railing. Was it really worth it?
. . . Well, yeah. Her heart was shattered into a million pieces; the only thing that had kept her here was gone now. Yes. It was worth ending the pain.
She threw her other leg over and held onto the rail as she slipped the noose over her neck and tightened it. She took a deep breath, willing her nerves to calm and her fingers to loosen.
Surely, it shouldn't be this hard, right? She shouldn't be this afraid of something she's wanted for a while. She shouldn't be so scared. So why was she? A picture of Eridan's broken-hearted face when he found out flashed into her mind.
No, certainly her mind was lying to her. He didn't care anymore. He couldn't possibly. Not after. . .
"8ut what if he did?" her mind asked her. "What if he does still care? Why would you w8ste that? Stop 8eing so selfish. . ."
Her eyes welled with tears and she hurriedly got the noose off, climbing back over the railing before collapsing into a trembling, sobbing mess.