Chapter 2
Finally, Michiru got up the courage to open her eyes, and she knew what she
was going to see.
Her worst fears had come true. The cold, lifeless body of Tenou Haruka lay
sprawled on the floor. Her heart skipped a beat, and then shattered like
glass. Breath escaped the young woman, who was in so much pain already, but
couldn't express it any other way.
Michiru bent down to touch her beau's skin for the last time. What had killed her? Why did she have to live on without Haruka? Why did any of this even happen if it was just going to end like this? All of these questions would be answered. Michiru would make sure of that. Even if it took her the rest of her life.
Finally, the emotions returned to the almost zombified body of Michiru herself. Tears began to flow once more, each time becoming more and more tainted with hatred and grief. She rubbed her eyes in frustration, trying to remove the now steady flood of salty tears dripping from her eyes. She muttered something to herself, and collected herself. Shakily, she stood up and reached for the telephone, to call the police. They would be of no help though, she was sure of that. They couldn't bring her back, no one could. Not even Michiru, whose undying love for her seemed that it could cross the River Styx and bring back her soul. But no, nothing would bring back Haruka now, now that she was certainly dead.
Michiru bent down to touch her beau's skin for the last time. What had killed her? Why did she have to live on without Haruka? Why did any of this even happen if it was just going to end like this? All of these questions would be answered. Michiru would make sure of that. Even if it took her the rest of her life.
Finally, the emotions returned to the almost zombified body of Michiru herself. Tears began to flow once more, each time becoming more and more tainted with hatred and grief. She rubbed her eyes in frustration, trying to remove the now steady flood of salty tears dripping from her eyes. She muttered something to herself, and collected herself. Shakily, she stood up and reached for the telephone, to call the police. They would be of no help though, she was sure of that. They couldn't bring her back, no one could. Not even Michiru, whose undying love for her seemed that it could cross the River Styx and bring back her soul. But no, nothing would bring back Haruka now, now that she was certainly dead.