#suicide!meme

Final part. Her voice was barely a whisper,"I'm so sorry for not preventing it, for not being a better friend to you," guilt was slowly consuming her, "yet I hope you found the peace you never had alive. You will be missed, my friend." With a heavy sigh, Diana wiped her tears even if she was feeling too guilty to do more than that. In that moment she decided that, if no one would do it, then she'd take it upon herself to give Regina the burial she deserved like the Queen she once had been.

P4. as she rounded the desk and found Regina, clad in black from head to toe, sitting on her chair facing the window. The apple fell from her hand as she reached for her friend's neck. No pulse. Tears began to run down her face at the sight before her, how could had she not seen it coming? The signs that would pull her friend down this path? It was poetic, really - a seer blinded by friendship and a so called villain taking her own life using her most famous method. "I am sorry,"

P3. The moment she walked into her friend's office something was off, yet Diana could not pin point exactly what. As she walked further inside her eyes were on the white marble, the same sight from her dream which made her panic; as she took a few steps she found one of the apples out of place, and a bite was missing. She knelt and picked up the apple from the floor, and she brought it closer to her face she smelled the poison on it and how the color was darker. "No..." She whispered.

P2. She knew that what she saw, whenever it came true, she'd see it with her own eyes which only disturbed her. Whatever her vision was about, whoever was involved, clearly was in danger if the position of the person clad in black was to be believed and she knew it had to. Yet she did not know who it was which was why she was as alert as possible, looking for clues every day, except for that evening as she had plans to meet with Regina after work.

Suicide P1. For the past week Diana had dreams, and when she dreamed there were only two posibilities - either relieving an event from her past as a nightmare, or the shape of things to come. This time it was the latter, yet it all was too vague to figure it out; an apple as red as blood with a bite missing, white marble, and someone dressed in black. The scenes were presented to her in flashes, each time shorter than the last only confusing her even further. However one thing was clear to her.