It had been a perfect night. Until that moment at least. And sure Debra Morgan was a fuck up, but she knew and accepted that. Anyways, wouldn't Anton be expecting this? He was already jealous enough to begin with. Turns out he had a right to be.
But now as she fell to her knees and felt the hard jolt through her body when they met the asphalt she was glad she had done it. Maybe this was her punishment. But somehow it seemed worth it. Because Lundy was it. He was who she had looked for. And he shouldn't have left. But he came back. Ok, maybe not entirely for her. But he came back.
And they had one final moment of glory.
And now it was gone. She was already lying against the parking lot surface when he collapsed in front of her. She hadn't even heard the shot that took him down. But she could see he was slipping away.
She wanted to tell him not to go. That he had promised. But she couldn't seem to speak. She tried so hard. She just wanted to tell him she loved him. Just once more.
But he was gone now. And she was left alone in this deserted parking lot, dying. The fucktard that had done this was gone. She had heard them running away. And it was so late…or maybe so early…that she didn't think help would come. At least not in time.
It wasn't so bad actually. Didn't hurt all that much. She wondered vaguely what the bullet had hit. But then she supposed, none of that shit really mattered anymore.
This was some sort of fucked up romantic shit though. Dying with your lover. Victims of some shithead. Rather poetic end to her shithole of a life.
There were the bright spots of course. Lundy. Dexter. Dexter's happy family. So there was something. And she had done some good. Gotten rid of a few bad guys, saved a couple lives. Not too bad. Even if she was dying far too young.
Masuka would say she was leaving a hot corpse. Guess that wasn't such a bad thing. Better than dying alone for sure. Better than going like her mom did.
All in all this was ok. Miami Metro would find her killer and bring them to justice. And Dexter would be ok now that he had Rita and the kids. Nothing much to worry about when removing her from the world. While that was mildly depressing, Deb didn't feel the need to have thousands of mourners at her funeral. She knew a few people would truly care and miss her and somehow that was enough.
So yes, since this was her time to go, she could accept it. She had gone through enough in her short life. Didn't seem such a bad thing to move onto wherever was next. Hopefully she'd like it better. Hell couldn't be so bad right?
And with that thought, Debra Morgan let go of her last breath.