Dovesso One Shots | (x fem.reader)

In a try to safe everything, Leonora loses the only thing she ever valued in her life. Clarissa.
Warnings: mentioning of blood. Death. Angst.

Leonora PoV:

I had a tight grip on my cane as I walked out of the warmth of the room, outside to the cold wind that went by. It had just started to rain a few minutes ago, the drops falling heavy onto my unprotected body.

The clouds were dark, the sun swallowed and hidden away behind them. It all didn't matter. I much prefered it this way, so you wouldn't find me complaining about it.

In this scenery of grey and black, she stood out. Standing on the edge of the bridge, looking into the endless dark waters below.

I stepped up to her, not saying a word. She said none either. Maybe she just didn't know what to say. Either way, it once more didn't matter. Nothing she could have said in this moment would have mattered.

I turned my gaze away from her, down just like she had it. Maybe it would show me what I needed to see. Maybe it would give me the solution I so badly needed in this moment. But as I stood there and watched, the time slowly ticking by, nothing happened. Just as I feared it would be.

The grip on my cane slowly losened and I allowed it to fall back onto the bridge. It felt wrong to hold nothing in my hand, my hand itching to grab something. Her hand seemed so soft, but I couldn't. It wasn't right. In any other moment it would have been, but not in this.

As the rain grew stronger, slowly drenching through my coat, I turned my body to her. She seemed unaffacted by the rain, beautiful as the day I met her. It didn't make thinsg easier.

She slowly turned too, her eyes emptied of the joy they normally showed. It made my heart ache. Oh what I would give for this moment to never happen, to do anything to prevent it from coming to this.

Tears pricked at the corner of my eyes, hidden away by the rain drops that hit my face. It wouldn't have mattered if I had shown her this vulnerable side of me now. A side no one besides her would have ever seen. A side I was only willing to show her.

My hand moved on it's own, as if not under my control. I flinched as I felt the cold handle of the dagger in my pocket. My fingers wrapped around it, pulling it out, leaving me to watch as she offered me a sad smile at the sight.

I took a step closer. Then another. I stopped just shortly before her, my other free hand reaching up, cupping her cheek. So much was there to say, and yet I couldn't speak. So many missed moments I wish I would have had used, all wasted by my fear of rejection.

Her hand placed itself on top of mine, warm and soft against my cold, wet skin. I looked down, not able to look at her. Not like this. She seemed to have come to accept this. I did not. I couldn't. But I had to. There was no other choice. We had tried, it didn't work.

Finding the strength to look back up into these comforting brown eyes, I gripped the dagger tighter. She only nodded, a single tear rolling down her soft cheek. I saw my own tears blur my vision, unable to wipe them away. Maybe it was better this way, not to see what I would do.

Drawing a shaky breath in, I pushed the dagger into her stomach. Her eyes widened, but no sound fell from her lips. Thunder surrounded us, the rain having turned into a complete storm now.

She grabbed my hand on her cheek just a tad bit tighter as she leaned forward. My tears fell freely as her lips touched mine. Almost as if she tried to calm me down, tell me that everything was alright. That she wasn't mad at what I had to do.

I held her close, letting the kiss last as long as I could go without air. All because I knew what would happen when we finally parted. I didn't want it to happen. But nothing could stop it now. It was our fate. Our sick little roles we had to play.

Her hand fell to her side, my hand already missing the comforting touch she had given me. I leaned back, taking a deep breath in. She looked pale, it didn't suit her.

We turned us, her now standing at the very edge of the bridge, the dagger still deep in her stomach. I kissed her again, pulling it out, feeling her tense up.

She opened her eyes, looking into mine just before we parted. Instead of fear, I saw acceptance. Love. It made me hate myself even more.

She gave me another weak smile, her hand holding the space I had stabbed her. Blood ruined the beautiful dress. A dress I had gifted her oh so many months ago.

I just stood there and watched. Watched as she closed her eyes and leaned backwards, letting herself fall down to the endless, dark waters below. I closed my eyes, listening, flinching as I heard her body hit the water.

I wasn't sure how long I stood there. Minutes? Hours? It all didn't matter anymore. Nothing would ever matter again now that she was gone.

I stumbled back, falling to the ground. Everything ached, mostly the wish to go to her and cry myself to sleep in her arms. I could never do it again.

My eyes fell on the bloody dagger and I screamed. Screamed at the top of my lungs, until my voice was hoarse.