Quick little drabble told from Maura's POV as Jane shoots herself (1x10.) Angst.
Author's Note: Hey there, I'm V! I'm new to the site; I haven't written fic in YEARS, so bear with me as I get my groove back. I don't usually write from first person, but this just sort of came out as such. I hope you all enjoy this little ficlet. If all goes well, I will continue to write!
Disclaimer: I do not own Rizzoli and Isles. That makes me terribly sad.
A crack filled the air and I lost my breath. The world went white for a split second, though I hadn't even been hit. I went to scream, but it got caught in my throat. The world around me went silent. As I reopened my eyes I saw her lying there—on the streets of Boston.
She shot herself.
Disbelief flooded my senses and tears threatened to spill; I gasped for breath and attempted to move, but my feet were anchored to the concrete. Everything was moving so slowly, but my mind rushed with memories, arguments I should have let her win, and things left unsaid. The confessions I should have made. The tears I should have let fall.
Her raven hair fell in a tangled heap and lifeless limbs sprawled in a pool of blood.
She shot herself.
And there she was dying. And there I was rooted—unable to move on the streets of Boston.
