AN:lotta angst here guys, sorry for the depression. Try to figure out when this took place (or would have taken place...it's kinda hard to tell.) let me know if you figure it out!!!!
Distaster
The roses are red and bursting with the wetness that comes pouring down from the sky. Scarlet, they reach towards the stormy heavens. Their stems and leaves, a brilliant green, plunge downwards, lashing deep into the crevasse of the ruined marble, separating it farther. The castle's remains are ivory in color, though darkened by the downpour. In the skeletal arches of an old alcove, a girl sits. Small, with hands clutching at the crumbling stone bench upon which she rests. She is sopping wet, and yet the tracks that run down her face have not come from the sky.
Long, golden hair streams over pulverized stonework, but she does not care. Her white uniform has been turned almost transparent in the downpour, but she does not move to cover herself. Why bother? No one is there to see; her cries reach only the ears of the roses around her. Surging around her feet, the color of blood – his blood – So much blood!
He was dead, and then he was not, and then he was gone, and she'd never gotten to tell him what she'd only just then realized and–
The locket – his locket, her locket, their locket – slips from her numb fingers into the surrounding roses, quickly disappearing. She searches, on her knees, for hours – she cannot stop. The locket is her last link to him. If she stops searching, it will mean there is nothing. He will cease to exist, and there will never been anything more for her. Just this ruined castle, a ruined kingdom and a ruined civilization, lost to the annals of time, forgotten on the moon. Nothing but nothing.
Her fingers find the chain, and she pulls the locket out of the roses, trembling. It is sopping wet, and it nearly slips again. She clasps it tighter, refusing to give up. Because he exists, and this kingdom exists, and if she has to carve the Negaverse apart, piece by filthy piece, she will find him.