A Shot in the Dark

I did it, Eve

Her lungs were burning from the screaming and her throat was sore, giving her an awful taste of blood, mixed with the water of the Thames, swallowed in the attempt of reaching the surface.
She couldn't remember for how long she had been underwater. But she could remember the speed in which Villanelle disappeared. It was all too fast.
"I did it, Eve" were the last words uttered, before she pushed the brunette and herself into the water. It was supposed to be the end, but it wasn't supposed to end like that.
The little joy they both had felt in the previous 24 hours were swept away by the shots of a sniper that came from who knows where.
She was kissing her, standing in front of her, holding her and then she was gone. Just like the tarot card, she was surrounded by a celestial light and that's how Eve watched her disappear. The Sun had set.
She had to laugh at that. That weirdo said that the card was one of the best cards you can get. Was that some kind of a joke? Was fate playing games with them? She spent so long trying to catch Villanelle. She wanted to make her pay. She hated her, god hasn't she hated her! The moment she finally came to understand her, when she finally learnt what that woman really meant to her, she was gone.
"Villanelle!" she screamed as she reached the closest pier. She screamed her name again and again, as to not wanting to forget it. She let out the last painful scream and exhausted she let herself fall onto the ground.
The city-lights and chatter around her were a reminder of the lives that kept going undisturbed. It was like what just happened was invisible to the eyes of the ones around. Just like unsuspecting witnesses, someone was laughing in the distance, someone else was probably sharing some gossip with an old school friend and an old lady was calling her grandson's name, trying to keep him near for the streets were too dangerous.

With the last glimpse of strength she somehow found in herself, Eve managed to stand on her feet and, pushing through the crowd of the London nightlife, she walked along the pier hoping to see her swimming back to her, but the woman was nowhere to be seen. The Thames looked still, in contrast with the cascade of thoughts that filled her mind. Who did this? Why now? she kept asking herself.
Little did she know that across the river there was someone that was silently witnessing it all. The mind behind all that. The twisted, cold mind that owed her an explanation.