Having everyone run off and leave her all alone was a shock, but not something she couldn't handle.  It took some finesse and acrobatics, but she got back down and followed after Becky and Marcus.  After all, she'd promised him that she'd stay close until it was over.<br/><br/>Of course, it doesn't get more over than two people killing themselves.  She saw the whole thing, watching in abject horror.  She barely got to know Fran, but Fran was a lot of fun so far.  She'd only just gotten Becky to see the nicer side of life again, and even got Marcus to help make up with her.  Now it was all ruined.<br/><br/>Less than an hour ago, she'd kissed Becky, getting those two fighting and igniting a storm between them.  Now both of them were dead.  She had no idea what had happened between them, only that she'd caused it.  They were both dead, because of her.  All the evidence pointed to that, all the truth she'd ever be able to discover.<br/><br/>She'd have to live with that for the rest of her life.  The only comfort was that her life didn't have to be that long.<br/><br/>She just started walking, aimlessly drifting through the city.  She didn't really know where she was, and she didn't care.  School was forgotten.  Life was forgotten.  Meaning was forgotten.<br/><br/>How do you make up for something like that?  How do you make amends?  The obvious answer is that you can't.