Disclaimer: I don't own the story nor the characters of Veronica Mars, this is just a fan created story, made of my love for the TV Show.
If you find any grammatical or spelling errors feel free to correct me, English is my second language and it can always be improved. Enjoy the story!
How could the best night of her life lead to this precise moment? It was as if life was joking with her, but had gone much further this time. The worst part of it wasn't her lying on the floor, with her hands around the toilet. It wasn't the fact that she was only 16, that she had no one to talk about it with, or that she felt so alone that she actually thought she could disappear without anyone noticing it. The worst part of it wasn't that she had pushed everyone away, because she was terrified of losing someone again. NO. The worst part was that she was actually considering a possibility that should not be an option for her at this point.
The worst part was that she was thinking about it for the wrong reasons. It might help her feel alive again. It might give her a part of someone she knew she had lost. It might give her a purpose other than running around the city hunting cheating husbands and assholes.
Veronica Mars hated herself, because it was worthless to presume of being practical and logical when emotions were affecting the most important decision of her life. Because at this point she wasn't thinking of being broke and in high school. She was thinking of solitude, and she couldn't bear that pain anymore. She needed air, lots of air.
Veronica stood up, washed her face and looked at it in the mirror. Fucking coward. At that note, she threw her secret in the trash can and went to the one place she knew could calm her down, the ocean. If only she could live in the ocean.