Chapter Text
Babe,
There’s something tragic about you,
Something so magic about you,
Don’t you agree?
The air is filled with mournful wailing of sirens.
The white walls are strange in the darkness; painted with dancing shadows and flashing lights.
(Red then blue, then red again)
But that’s not the only thing that catches his eye, no, the other is her.
She was naturally pale, but she almost seems to glow in the lights. She’s small, but in the depths of the shadows, she almost seems doll-like. (Fragile like a pretty china figurine)
She’s lying on the wretched, threadbare green sofa, hands encompassed in the sleeves of an ivory sweater folded neatly under her head, an oddly childish gesture, knees clad in black tights bent slightly to accommodate her whole frame in the worn cushions. Her hair gleams, copper and bronze shimmering in the strands. Her lips are pulled into a soft smile, just a small tug of the corners of her lips, but it makes her look almost mythical in the shifting twilight.
Her eyes are shut, delicate eyelashes hazel against her skin. In the dancing lights, it almost seems like she would simply flutter them open.
Except she wouldn’t, not anymore at least.
A small cough beside him alert’s him that he had stared for long enough.
“Well Doctor? Cause of death?”
He clears his throat, tearing his eyes from the sleeping girl, holding up instead the syringe and empty vial he found beside her.
“She, uh… She ODed. Time of death, about… two or three hours ago.”
And that is all.