~Crimson Melody~

Her body was slowly fleeting away, her senses numbed of any pain now. Her body felt so weak and heavy. She could see spirals of colr blurring her vision and her head floating in a limbo.

But she struggled to stand up, and removed her helmet. Blood from her head injury trickled down her face, blinding her sight, as she limped her way to the lake.

The lake was one of the place she always wanted to go, but never had a chance...

Blood trailed her path, marking her march to Death's arms.

Those faint memories she had lost were slowly coming back, and that strange ache in her heart started to drum in. A familiar face came into her mind, creating a pool of tears in her eyes.

What seems like forever, finally ended. Struggling to reach her destination, she almost crawled her way to the port. Her feet felt as heavy as lead, yet she still struggled to stand up, supporting her weight against the railings.
She weakly unzipped her suit, revealing her crimson stained shirt. The cold chill of Winter's breeze blew against her badly battered flesh, yet, she didnt feel any chills.

Her dazzling black hair, danced against the breeze, as her tears from the unknown pain trickled down her crimson stained face.

From the distance, a figure that has been haunting her memories came into sight, beckoning her towards him, in the middle of a winter spelled lake.

She smiled weakly, straightened up against her wobbly and weak knees. She stumbled on a misplaced pail, and it took her a while before she was able to stand on her feet again.

She struggled aginst her weak body's woes, and finally reached the end of the port. Yet she continued on walking towards the figure.

And on the cold spell cast upon the waters of the lake she fell, barely aware of her surrounding.

Her hair gracefully danced against the water , with it's red streaks slowly fading away. Crimson stained the waters as she continued to sink, her weak smile appeared for one last time, the same smile he cherished the most.

She mouthed one last word, a name of that figure she saw on the lake, the only last person she wanted to see, and the person who unconsciously did this to her.

She gave her last breath as her last air went up as bubbles to the surface. She slowly closed her eyes, for finally, she found her rest.

Unaware, that the person she called out for, was there, looking for her, worried and innocent of the crime he had just sentenced her to.

Winter sky's tears capped the man as he followed the trail of crimson tears on the white capped debri. And what he found on the crimson stained seat in the cockpit confirmed his worst nightmare.

But it was too late...