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Kimberly Corman hearts nerds (cheatingdeath) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

There wasn't much to do other than wait. Looking back at Connor hurt, thinking about all the hard work he'd done to try and keep her safe and knowing that it was all about to completely unravel through no fault of his own hurt even more. So, as the water soaked her shirt, moving up toward her chest, Kimberly closed her eyes and shook her head before opening them again and looking him in the eye. If he was going to brave watching her die, the least she could do was give him a reason to; she could keep eye contact and communicate silently. "Don't be," she mouthed back with a weak smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Thank you. And you were a hero, Connor. I hope you know that," she said aloud.

As terrified as Kimberly was, there was still a strange sort of peace beginning to settle over her. The higher the water rose, the more she was ready to give up. Death had played a mighty cat and mouse game with Kimberly for months and now it was about to win. She couldn't complain, really. While a pretty decent chunk of her life after the pile-up had been too scary to enjoy, things had gone well for a while after she'd been brought back to life after drowning the first time. Things had been calm. Cool. Relaxed. When the barbeque incident had gone down, things had been crazy again and now? Kimberly was ready for the calm again. She'd done her best, lived as good and full a life as she could have and she'd met some fantastic people in her twenty some years. Kimberly would be able to rest, she thought, in peace. With her Shaina; with her friends. With her mother.

The waiting was the hardest part, she thought. Moving her eyes away from Connor's face, Kimberly looked back up at the levers. Then, she pulled on her lever again, setting it into full on position. The water gushed over her head and Kimberly took a breath as it pooled around her neck, rushing upward much faster toward her chin. Her hand went to the glass again and she looked back at Connor. "I'm going now. Thanks for everything," she told him, cool as a cucumber in spite of the way her heart was thumping in her chest.