You freeze, and a whispered 'Jesus fucking christ'.
My god, it is the most gorgeous thing you have seen your whole life. A beautiful phone, right here in front of you. Jewel-encrusted and personalised, you can tell it's a true marvel. Good lord, you're so jealous, you could've strangled the owner, if the owner wasn't you. No one deserves a gem like this, especially if you don't have it first. You still can't get over all this.
You're nearing tears now. Urabe Rika has not cried since Grade 3, but boy could this surpass all known records in recent history. You cannot believe that it is finally here. You've waited your whole life for this.
Yeah. Well. The wait is over, or something. Your life, too, while they're at it.
Touko looks at you like you're the stupidest person in the world.
"Please retrieve it," you plead, and consider getting down on your knees, if you weren't already lying on the ground.
"You dropped your phone in the toilet."
"Yes," you say. You really didn't want to look at the corpse right now. "Please confirm whether or not it's… out of commission."
"You just want me to get it out?" She sounded almost relieved, what the fuck?
"Yeah, hurry up. The longer we wait, the more likely it's…"
You hear a wet sound behind you, and look to see Touko fish out your baby like it's nothing. She holds it up, and you're glad she's the one who checks for vital signs. You're not sure you could've done that without bursting into tears.
"It's all good," and that's all you needed to hear. You jump up, and don't really know how but somehow you feel yourself going through the roof, and up into the sky, god you're so happy you could've died. You're so relieved and you reach forward for your beloved, and a "Thank you, Touko, I love it so mu—"
And you see it fall, dropping slowly in the air, twisting beautifully like the doomed spirit it was, and you look up at Touko, grinning, and you don't know what to think anymore. The savior was the one to condemn your child to death once more.
"Why'd you do that? Get it back out!"
"Okay," she says, and puts her hand on the little metal piece, and she pushes down, and wait, no, fuck, wait, GODDAMN IT SHIT
The swirling motion continues, an evil, mocking swoosh of water, laughing at you, you piece of trash that isn't even able to save your own treasure. And you see it, slowly spiralling downwards into the sewers, and it's over, it's over, and the last glimpse of it shone, its bright pink jewels bright with tears. Your tears, the ones that keep falling long after your beloved is gone.
You hear suppressed laughter, like the child that snickers at a funeral. And it pisses you off.
Touko waits for you to say something, but you don't. You can't.
"Sorry," she says after a while.
You're not sure that word is genuine, any more real than the dreams you had with your future honey.
But what is real are the thirty new phones she buys you the next day.
A/N: 500-word drabble because I'm drowning in homework /;_;/