Imperfect Love
Prologue
That single tear said more than any words ever could.
The deep and torturous ache within her heart, breaking down her carefully constructed walls, tearing into the very fabric of her soul, only strengthened her resolve. He would hurt her no longer. No longer would she feel this unfulfilled burning desire she had towards him.
She closed her eyes, allowing herself a moment to feel the warmth of the tears she had shed.
A 25 year old Franziska von Karma sat on her kitchen floor, her back against the wall, a knife in her hand. The once perfect prosecutor, strong and confident, was now broken and insecure. A tear stained photograph of Miles Edgeworth lay on her lap.
After all the years of yearning; after all the tears she had shed for him as she watched him lavish his attention on other women, her heart could take it no longer.
Carefully she removed her faithful leather gloves, one at a time. She placed them on the floor beside her, coiling her whip and laying it on top. She ran her slender gloveless fingers over the cool, comforting leather of her whip one last time. Unpinning her broach, she placed it carefully onto the pile, leaving only one thing left to do.
Taking a pen from her pocket and bringing it to the photo, she wrote her final message.
"I Love You Miles Edgeworth"
She laid the photo on the top of the pile and rested her head back against the wall. Love. Such an imperfect emotion. It tells the tale of happiness and contentment but brings only heartache and sorrow.
Her breathing grew steadily quicker as she wrapped her fingers tighter around her release. All her life she had strived for perfection, for the acceptance of her father, for a chance to prove herself worthy of Miles Edgeworth's affection. And now, with a knife in her hand she is finally ready to free herself from all of her failures, desires and imperfections.
Shedding one final tear, Franziska drew the blade across her wrist.
"Ah!"
Now shaking slightly, she took the knife into her now blood stained hand and drew the blade across her other wrist before dropping it to the floor.
As the warmth left her body, Franziska closed her eyes and leant her head back against the wall one last time. She could feel the pain deep inside of her ebb as the life giving fluid ran from her, spilling onto the floor.
She could feel herself growing weaker with every passing minute. As the blood pooled around her, Franziska's skin grew cold.
Finally, she was at peace.
A/N: All characters belong to Capcom. Ok, for any of you that have been following my other fic Forsaken, I apologise! I've had some SERIOUS writers block on that one, but I will finish it! Until then, enjoy!