Orange and Red
By corset-rebellion-follower
Disclaimer: I don't own Kung Fu Panda
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Chapter 8- The Blackest Day
She felt warm, salty tears fall down her face.
She didn't try to stop them, she wanted them to come. In buckets, in waterfalls, so he would know what she was feeling.
Everything had seemed dark and musty and cobwebby. Like no light would ever shine again. These were the confines of her soul. Others stood beside her, her friends. They were weeping too. Everyone had lost something. But not as much as she.
He was her guiding light, her eternal happiness. A word from him could send her into euphoria, or make her sob, or boil her blood, or make her tremble with desire and need for him. They had shared a connection that was like a thread, and then that thread snapped.
Their life together flashed through her memory. Their first kiss… the night they had spent under the stars, wrapped up in each other's arms… when he stuttered out that he loved her…
She cried harder. She got down on her knees and sobbed loudly. She was making a scene, and she knew it, but it didn't matter. Today, everything was gone to her. Her world was crumbling away, bit by bit.
She wanted to go after him. If he wanted her to kill herself, she would. She would take a knife and rip her heart out, she would hang herself, she would drown herself. If he told her to live and move on, she would, although it would be a fate worse than death. If he would just tell her what to do now, talk to her, give her direction.
It was the blackest day she would ever know.
Master Shifu, her Shifu, her beautiful, wonderful, caring, loving Shifu…
…was dead.
He had passed away in his sleep the night before.
And Tigress could do nothing.