This chapter was written as part of the Facebook challenge "Sur Votre 31":
- Invite : ''Sea''.
- Number of words: From 100 to 1000 words.

All the universe of Game of Thrones belongs to GRR Martin, DB & DW.

Context: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting - This drabble is a kind of prologue, or "bonus" scene for one of my future OS that should be released on December 25th, "Just the end of the world".

Enjoy reading!

Cersei wanders on the beach.

That's what she does most of the time now.

She just sits there, looking at the sea, the horizon, the birds, where she walks in the water, without really seeing where she sets foot.

It's been six months.

Six months.

She is barely aware of time passing.

She lets her feet wander on the sand and her mind wanders she doesn't really know where.

Elsewhere.

She is elsewhere, just like her soul.

Only her body is really there.

She blames herself for that.

It shouldn't be there anymore. She shouldn't be here anymore.

She wonders why, why is she there when he isn't, what she did wrong to deserve this.

At the same time, Cersei will never really be there again.

A part of her has definitely left this world, just as the fucking truck collided with their car.

Thinking about that, sitting, as she has been doing recently, on the beach, with almost no one around her, just a few people, an old lady with her dog, two young people running, a bunch of kids collecting shells while the sun slowly descends, adorning the sky with soft orange, pink, purple colors, reflecting in the deep waters of the blue immensity that stretches as far as the eye can see in front of her, Cersei cries.

It has been six months, and yet she remembers it as if it were yesterday.

She remembers everything.

The horn.

The braking.

Jaime's arm passing in front of her to keep her from going through the windshield.

The airbags going off.

The screams.

The sirens.

The ambulance.

The doctors.

The tests.

The condolences.

The crying.

The loneliness.

The funeral.

The coffin.

The words that she says in front of everyone, but which are nothing, compared to the storm that rages inside her, the storm of emotions, but that no one can really understand, maybe because deep down, even she doesn't understand it, she doesn't understand her feelings anymore, she just feels empty, empty, yes, that's it, empty, like the words she recites as if she had learned them by heart.

The fake smiles that are afflicted.

The condolences, again.

The loneliness, again.

The loneliness, always.

Loneliness. This is what has been chasing her since that fateful day, which never leaves her.

Cersei has not seen her father again, nor her brother, her other brother, not the good one, unfortunately, no, the good one, she will never see him again, never again, and it hurts, it hurts much more than all the physical injuries she suffered because of the accident.

They didn't speak to her during Jaime's funeral, she just crossed her father's gaze, reproving, almost disappointed in his green and gold irises, as if he was disappointed that she miraculously survived and not her twin brother, as if it was the bad child who stayed while the good one left.

She feels the same way.

When she woke up in the hospital, surrounded by doctors and nurses and all kinds of caregivers, they all seemed relieved. All of them. A young intern had even congratulated her for fighting, for choosing life.

He hadn't understood anything.

She hadn't chosen life.

It was death that didn't want her.

It was death that had not wanted to give her the grace to welcome her at the same time as her twin brother, her other half, her whole.

She could have tried to join him.

She often thinks about that too, looking at the sea.

What it would be like if she advanced in the turquoise water, without ever stopping, without ever turning around, sinking deeper and deeper into it, never to come out again, or if she lay down almost where the waves break and the foam tickles the dunes, waiting for the waves to wash it away.

She doesn't know why she still hasn't done so, by the way.

Now, nothing is holding her back anymore.

She has nothing left.

She is alone, and solitude, she can't take it anymore, she doesn't want it anymore.

If Cersei was born with a twin brother holding her foot, following her by only a few minutes, not even, a few seconds, it's good for never being alone.

She grew up with him, knew him even before they were born together.

They should have left him together. That's what they had always promised each other.

But then fate decided otherwise.

Jaime is dead. Cersei is alive.

Jaime is in the sky. Cersei is in front of the sea.

But Jaime is no more, so Cersei is no more either.

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