Tears Of Ice
Tears roll down her cheeks, leaving snail-like trails in her make-up. They continue onward from there, hugging the angles of her face, so sharp and smooth. Their journey comes to an end with a freefall, landing silently on the dark blue shirt Cam is wearing and disappearing into it, into the blood stain there.
Shivering, but not from the cold, she nestles down further into what warmth Cam's still body provides. She tightens her grip around his waist and presses her cheek to his. It's clammy, cold, from her own tears and from his before he…
She can't even think it.
She lets her thoughts fade away to the outer stretches of her consciousness and rather focuses on the feeling of Cam's body against her own. It feels so right and yet so very, very wrong.
They're too late. She's too late.
Closing her eyes, she lets silent sobs wrack her body as she falls asleep.
The last thing that crosses her mind before the darkness consumes her completely is that she won't leave him. Not again.
fin.
