(This story contains rather large spoilers for one of the Katawa Shoujo routes.  If you haven't played that game to completion or as close as you want to, you may end up spoiled.  Somewhat.  If you don't want to leave feedback in the KSG thread you can send it to KSFFWriter@gmail.com.  Enjoy.)
 
The girl lays on her side, staring into the silent room.  Sunlight peeks through the curtains, a slightly orange tint from the setting sun.  The house is silent, the door closing a few moments before being the only break in the stillness.  He must be awake, and he left the house.
 
She stands, and walks slowly to the window, trying not to make a sound on the worn carpet floor.  She pulls the curtain aside just slightly, blinking in the sudden brightness, before looking outside.
 
Her eyes linger on the figures standing in the sea of wheat.  Two figures as one, holding one another tightly in the waning sunlight.  A feminine voice filters through the wind and the window, barely audible but for a note of distress.  The woman outside shakes, her body wracked with sobs as he holds her.
 
Her hand, trembling as she holds the curtain, somehow catches her view.  The pattern of ruined skin shows dark in the gathering twilight.  Instinctively, she pulls her hand away, letting the curtain fall closed again.
 
A step.
 
Another.
 
She moves mechanically.  She sits slowly on the bed, staring into the silent room once more.  Time flows onward without her, without thought.
 
...
 
The sound of the door opening and then closing jars her from her senseless state.  The light from the window has failed entirely, and the room remains in complete darkness.  Time passes slowly, but she doesn't move.  Quiet voices, barely audible even in the silence of the house, make their way to her ears.  Too quiet to understand, though the tone is there.  Something has changed.
 
She freezes even her small movements now.  Something has changed.  It was getting easier, being with her, being with him.  Things were finally starting to be nice, to make sense again.  She feels herself trembling, and tries to stop.  Something has changed.  Something that can never be changed back.
 
The voices outside the room grow quiet.  She wants to stay on the bed.  She wants to stay still, to hide.  But...
 
Her hand slowly moves around the doorknob, turning it slowly.  Millimeter by millimeter.  Each barely perceptible turn and grind of the mechanics inside giving her pause.  The bolt slides away nearly soundlessly, and she pulls the door open only a crack, a tiny sliver of the hallway outside.
 
Rustling sounds, of fabric sliding against fabric.  The girl tries to move forward, finding her body only slowly responding, each footfall on the tufted carpeting as silent as it can be.
 
The end of the hallway glows slightly, the warm light of the room's lamps contrasting with the pitch darkness of the bedroom.  A floor board creaks under the carpeting, and she freezes again.  Silence ahead, no change in the feeling of the house.  Another tentative step, then another.
 
A quiet voice.  His voice.  A few words filter through her deadened consciousness.  "The scar.." "They had to do this..."  "... my heart."
 
Her ears seem to shut out the rest of the halting phrases.  Another step, the light ahead growing.  A chair blocks her sight, aside from the tips of a girl's fingers, visible from here.  Long, thin, dainty.  The almost too-pale skin nearly glowing in the warm light.  They are... on the floor.
 
The realization shoots through her, causing her to gasp involuntarily.  No reaction from the room ahead.  Her body pauses, she can't move forward.  Murmured voices from ahead, still obviously speaking to one another.  Something in the atmosphere changes again, the girl feels herself tense up, without knowing why.
 
Another snatch of voice, quiet, muted, nervous.  Hers, then his.  Another quiet rustling, now flesh against flesh.  The girl steps forward again, knowing what is happening but unable to stop.  She has to know, she has to see it to know.
 
Blond hair, visible over the rim of the chair.  The girl freezes again as the woman's eyes glance toward her.  She feels foolish at the meaningless pause, she hasn't been seen.  The clouded eyes fall back downward, as the woman lowers her body to his.  The girl stands in the hallway, watching, unable to look away.  Something has changed.
 
Something that can never be changed back.
 
A moment of pain, a small noise from the woman, nervous speech from the man.  These sounds wash over the girl in the hallway as she watches flesh press to flesh.  Everything moves, everything is happening in front of her, and she can only observe.  The two figures move against one another slowly, the sounds of their voices becoming more desperate, hungrier.  His voice reaches the girl's ears.
 
"I love you... Lilly..."
 
The woman responds with his name.  The girl can only stand there as the two collapse onto and into one another, their bodies pressed together in love and lust.
 
A moment passes.
 
The girl turns, while she knows the woman can't hear anything but the man.  Her footfalls remain quiet on the carpeting, she pulls the door closed silently, and sits again on the bed.  The room is beyond dark.  The silence and blindness seem to fill her.  She pulls her knees to her chest, sliding her arms around them.  A slight rustle of the fabric against the rougher skin of her right hand.
 
Of course.  He wouldn't... not while the woman in there was so perfect.  She is beautiful, and the girl in the dark room...
 
She lowers her head to her knees, but the tears won't come.  Something has changed.
 
But somehow, she always knew.  It was always going to be this way.