She had always been a good girl.

She had been the perfect servant.

She had been her mistress's friend.

But did the mistress ever talk to her anymore?

No, not since the mistress had become infatuated with that prince.

And once the prince fell for that girl that looked exactly like him, the mistress had become depressed.

Even though the mistress had her, the mistress lost her light and refused to shine on her, keeping her out of the dark.

She was slipping.

Everything was slipping, slipping away.

Once the girl was lost, the prince came back, to where the mistress was waiting. But did the mistress still want the prince?

No.

By any chance, did she want to be her friend again?

No, of course not.

The mistress found someone else, someone who wanted her back. The dashing young lord with white hair.

Of course, it had to be the one that she wanted, didn't it?

So, now that she had lost both the mistress and the lord, she slipped.

All that was left for her was that one cat.

The cat, the one with the tail that looked like her hair.

Or was it the other way around?

She wasn't really sure.

Since she slipped, she carried the cat around with her. They were always in the same room, never apart.

She also carried a knife in her pocket.

Maybe, just maybe, she would come across the prince, the prince who started this whole mess.

Maybe, once she did, she would kill him.

She had a dream about it one night.

She woke up screaming, in the middle of the night, but no one heard her, even though she was surrounded by her peers.

But once she had that dream, she slipped even farther.

Now that she had come to terms with the blood and the consequences of murder, she wasn't afraid of anything.

All she had to do was wait.

The mistress was sad. The mistress was crying.

But she was happy.

The mistress was going to get married to the prince. They had to go to his castle to fix everything so that they would.

The mistress was sorry to her. The mistress told her that the mistress hadn't been good to her.

So wouldn't she like to go to the castle with the mistress to make it up to her?

Of course she would.

Would she like to bring the cat?

Of course. And the knife too.

But she didn't tell the mistress that.

They had dinner at the castle. The girl that looked like the prince was back, and the mistress was happy.

But she wasn't. She had to serve the king and queen, not the mistress, and the girl as well.

The mistress was happy because now she didn't have to marry the prince.

The mistress told the girl so on the beach.

She had followed them.

They all sat down on the beach together, the mistress, the girl, and the prince.

She was watching and waiting.

But the mistress almost saw her, and the mistress left.

Oh well.

The prince and the girl were hugging, and now kissing.

The perfect opportunity.

She took out the knife and stabbed the prince in the back. He fell, and the girl didn't do anything.

She ran away and hid.

She hid in a nearby village as a maid to the leader of the village, until she heard about the wedding.

She wasn't invited to the wedding.

But she went anyway.

The prince was still alive, and was getting married to the girl.

She decided to try and kill him anyway.

She was caught.

Darkness, darkness was all around her. It was wet, and musty.

She wanted out.

She got out.

She got out, but only when the soldier came to take her. She was taken to the king and queen, and then she was put in the dark again.

She got out again.

But it was only when a group of soldiers came to get her.

It's time, they told her.

Time for wha-oh.

Time.

She wanted the cat.

They told her that she would see the cat soon enough.

She nodded, and they took her to the courtyard, where everyone was watching.

She was led up onto a platform, and she saw the mistress crying. The mistress was looking up at her with the saddest eyes that she had ever seen.

But she didn't care anymore.

They asked her if she had any last words.

She told them no.

They put her to the ground and gave her a hard wooden pillow.

In the silence, the mistress sobbed.

In the silence, the girl hugged the prince and refused to look.

In the silence, the king and queen looked on, along with the other people.

In the silence...

snick

...it was all over.

Macchi is silent.

Yeah…writing that came way too easily. I like to write like that, where you don't actually say any names.

Thanks to everyone who reviewed the final chapter of To Eternity. Your responses made me feel really good about the end. And since one or two people mentioned that they didn't understand why Iroha tried to kill Len (hi, Elizabeth), I wrote this. In 45 minutes. Gah, it was way too fun.

I have an announcement. Starting now, all of the Rin/Len stories that I do that are inspired from a song are going to be posted on a collab account. Watch for

RIN-UNLIMITED-LEN

Yup. That's our account. I'm probably going to repost To Eternity on that account, but leave it on mine as well. Don't worry; I'll still be working on this account. But that challenge that I mentioned in the prologue? That's why we're using the collab account, so that all of the stories for that are posted together. I hope that no one has any qualms about it. But I'm actually pretty excited about it.

The next story that I'm doing is going to be on that account. I'm not sure of the name yet, but I do know that it's going to be based off of the songs Paradichlorobenzene and Antichlorobenzene, sung by Len and Rin respectively. (Suggested by Elizabeth)

So. I hope that you've enjoyed this. I'm still open for suggestions, but the responses will more than likely be posted on the collab account. (I'm going to miss my reviews…)

Thank you.