She stared at the clock for an hour.
A whole hour. That was a long time wasted, especially when it was her last day. Maybe one hour out of twenty-four didn’t sound like much…. but it was when you were suddenly down to the last five-minutes.
Maybe that’s what she wanted, for time to pass by, so it could just be over. She wouldn’t have to wait any more because she knew she’d be dead and gone. There was no-one and nothing keeping her back. She had no emotional attachments.
Well, okay, save for a certain civilian she had met a few days ago, and maybe she felt something but… that was just a maybe.
Natasha didn’t do well with uncertainty.
She shifted in her seat and laid her head back. Daniel was his name. She recalled spending the majority of the time she knew him calling him ‘Mr Temple’.
She’d miss that. Having thoughtful conversations about the simplest things in life- the things that people walked past without stopping to realize how important it really is… how big a part it played in life. She would never really know either. Natasha had only began to watch the stars a few days ago. She even got up earlier to watch the sun come up on occasional mornings. It made her feel a bit more in-touch with the world and…. little more human.
But none of that mattered anymore. There were no more sun rises or sun-sets for her. This was the last time she would see the stars in the sky.
Her heart dropped a bit.
Was this how she was disappearing? Calling in sick for work and staying at home in her condo, staring at the clock until her time was up…
She looked again. Two minutes.
A sense of dread overcame her. She curled up into a ball in her seat. Alone. Would anybody notice?
She stared blankly at the ground.
Was she just another expendable piece that was played for the sake of he government? Just like Russia. It wasn’t that different.
Natasha got up and walked towards the sliding glass doors that led to her back balcony. She pushed it open and stepped outside, into the cool night air.
She slipped her phone out of her back pocket and glanced at the time.
12:26, it read.
One more minute.
She placed her phone on a small glass table. Natasha placed her elbows on the railings of the balcony and looked up at the sky. It looked almost the same. Almost. There’s always something different about the sky, she remembered him saying once.
Her eyes squinted hard, and suddenly she notices one of the lights going out. The corner of her lips quirked. Guess he was right. She just never looked hard enough.
She jumped a bit when her phone began to vibrate.
Her brows furrowed. Her hand picked up the phone.
Incoming Call from: Daniel Temple-
A smile made its way onto her face, but before she could answer, a cold shiver ran down her spine.
Shit. She turned and tossed the phone as far as she could - she was losing feeling in her arms and legs. She didn’t want to be traced.
Soon, her legs gave out and she found herself falling, and her back shortly met the ground. Her head hit the concrete hard. She felt something warm spread through her hair, but nothing hurt, pain seemed foreign.
Everybody was alone in the end, weren’t they?
“I’m… I’m sorry…” she said as struggled to remain conscious. Sorry that she didn’t love, sorry that she didn’t live, sorry she didn’t pay her debts back...
The night sky was the last thing she saw.
ooc-; I KILLED ANOTHER ONE GUYS.