Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Cold Case, neither do I have any rights to the song Missing by Evanesence.
AN: I was reading another fan fic story that kind of inspired this one. As always, reviews are always appreciated: good or bad.
She lies there- motionless, a faint imprint of what seems to be a smile on her lips: a smile of relief, of finally being at peace.
Please, please forgive me,
But I won't be home again.
She lies there on that cold slab of metal and does not shiver when the coroner sprays her with cold water. The diamond drops run slowly down her body- like glassy tears.
You won't cry for my absence, I know -
He can't quite comprehend why, why this one is affecting him this way. He's dealt with hundreds of bodies, yet this one hits him. Never a religious man, he can't be sure, but something seems to lingering in the air above her. Old victims perhaps paying a last tribute to the woman who gave them a voice.
He brings the sponge gently to her skin. It's smooth, pure and so, so white, yet cold: like snow he thinks. He reaches out and brings his hand to her face. Her eyes are wide and open: two deep blue orbs which are staring ahead with a vacant expression. He closes them. Her red lips are the only source of colour: the pigment drained from her cheeks.
Though I'd die to know you love me,
I'm all alone.
Is this really what she wanted earlier that day when she brought that razor blade to her wrist? She did not wince or shed a tear as the cool metal sliced her skin. She was never one to cry. When had things got this bad? She did not know. All she knew was she was tired of it all.
And if I sleep just to dream of you
And wake without you there
She was not taking the easy way out- just dare call me a coward she thought. She watched as her eyes became heavy- hot crimson liquid spilling, dripping…
And if I bleed, I'll bleed,
Knowing you don't care.
He races up the steps to her door breathless. He bangs loudly, shouts- not caring if he wakes up the entire neighbourhood. He needs to see her- to tell her that he loves her. He can't believe what he's done, how stupid… Silence at the other end save the desperate sound of the cats crying on the other end. Something is wrong.
Even though I'd be sacrificed,
You won't try for me, not now.
That's how they find her when they open the door, rested against the wall wearing the old wedding dress she never got to use and yet, could never throw out. The blood has drenched the white silk, but her skin is still clean- still white: his snow angel. She looks so beautiful.
Shudder deep and cry out.
The coroner feels a single tear make its way down his cheek. He can't explain it. This woman that touched so many in her life, all the victims she gave justice: she would now join them.
Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?
He's on his knees, his body wrecked with sobs as he cries at the foot of her grave. He places a bouquet of white lilies on the freshly dug earth with trembling hands: her favourite flower. He almost smiles remembering her, but not quite. From now on- he'll never smile again.