Len's POV

She was mine one night, but I knew we only had until dawn.


Girls are easy.

Rin wasn't. It took awhile to get her, but it happened. As surely as Sherlock Holmes would solve his case, as surely as the sun would set in the west, as sure as the moon would affect the tides.

It happened. Finally, she was mine one night, but I knew we only had until dawn, but I finally got her, complete with me whispering her name, her falling asleep in my arms, and me leaving before she woke up.

That wasn't anything new. I've done this with others before. Girls seem to have a way of melting when you look in their eyes and telling her she's the only one, then you leave the next morning, leaving her, and the consequences behind.

Rin had tried to talk to me after. She approached me in school, walking home, and sometimes online. I always dodged her by saying I was busy.

I saw her. She never noticed. She always looked sad whenever I saw her. The sadness hugged her shoulders, chilling her, depressing ever molecule in her body.

She wasn't like that before.


Rin avoided me.

Something about her changed. Her skin was pale, her eyes where blank, and her hair had lost its sheen.

She stopped smiling.

Were the changes because of me?


I had seen her, after the jump.

It was the first time I had seen her smile in a long time.

She almost looked like an angel, with the sincere smile that graced her features.

She was too broken to be one though.

Blood had stained her clothing where it had surrounded her still form, an aura of dark red forming around the broken, fallen angel that was Rin.

Blood had formed small streams on her face. Streaks of blood ran from her half-lidded eyes, like she had cried tears of blood, out of pain or sorrow or possibly happiness. Her once beautiful azure eyes that reflected the light, looked inviting and deep but see through at the same time. Eyes that were once special had taken on a dull and dark blue, they became eyes that no longer reflected the light.

The loss of most of her blood at made her skin an almost transparent white, that was only a bit enticing. I followed the trail of exposed skin until I reached her wrist. Red lines crisscrossed the flesh of her pale wrist. I could tell which ones were the oldest, it was like a sick catalogue of self-abuse.

As I saw what she had done to herself. Only wondering what had gone through her mind when she placed the blade on her skin and dragged it across her skin in parallel lines, watching the red seep through the freshly made lines. I wondered when she had decided that it just wasn't enough.

When the blade no longer offered comfort, when nothing was able to cheer her up.

When life just wasn't worth living.

When the thing she wanted the most in the world was to jump.

Her letter told all "I drove you to this?"


A/N: Sorry if everyone seemed kinda OOC.