AN: So my first story I actually decided to upload because feels from the finale was too much, please be gentle...
Sheets of stinging rain drenched her to her bone, the wind chilled her broken heart. She blinked the water out of her eyes and let out a deep breath, realizing she had been holding it. Her body shook but not from the cold. Her hand was clenched around something so tightly her knuckles were white. She gave another raspy breath, it hitched and a sob threatened to escape. A hand landed on her shoulder and she closed her eyes tightly, pain stretched across her face and her body was tense.
"Cosima, you'll get sick."
"I'm already sick." She spat bitterly.
"Which is why you have to look after yourself, yeah?" Sarah said.
"Yeah." Cosima muttered and released what was in her hand, letting it fall onto the grave in front of her.
She turned around and walked away.
A rose black as night marked the grave of Delpine Cormier.
Cosima didn't look back, her face stony, she ignored the pain in her hand and the sticky red blood dripping down her fingers from the rose thorns.
"Je vais trouver votre meurtrier, mon amour."