She lay on the dank grass, her face pressing against the dew-moistened blades. Tears made their way uninhibited down her aquiline nose.
Dew?
She sank her fingers deep in the wet mud and let out a prayer. A meteor crossed the sky. She lay there by the river for what it must have felt like an eternity to her already numb senses and a painfully numbing mind.
She had wandered down the lonely bank, wincing everytime gravel cut into her bare feet, at times letting out a muted gasp. Later it was simply a pair of unblinking eyes, the gaze fixed nowhere. The bellowing river drowned out the noise in her head. For one long moment she stood there staring at the crescent moon. Oh! How she loved it! Tonight we meet never to meet again, she thought. The touch of the cold steel sent shivers down her spine. One last time! Memories of her childhood chased her; some gushing, others halting, waiting to be probed, staying just behind the veil of awareness.
Childhood?
The child had died long ago and yet she did not cry. Now she suppressed a surprised smile. Now it was her turn.
She did not quite remember the end of her living. Twenty years ago? Or was it two? She did not care anyway. Nobody did. So it did not matter. She had known laughter, pain, love and hate. Now she knew remorse, black and solid. She remembered her first kiss and she felt abominable. She remembered her father’s touch and she slashed at the air around.
Bastards! All of them! What was her last name anyway?
She felt her quickened pulse subside. Her heart beat right into her eardrums. Deafening silence. Deadening silence. She attempted to scream, which was no more than a faint, quivering sputter. This time she had let herself stumble. Her face felt warm again.
The stream ran red.
