She had been running away, her eyes full of hot tears. She had killed her friend and she had abandoned his body. With her full super speed, she stopped in front of a store selling cheap watches.

"Looking for a watch, Girl?" The clerk asked, grabbing her attention as she turned her head to face him. He stood up straighter when he saw her clothes had been smothered in scarlet 'paint'. "Uhh, everything here is cheap."

She kept strolling around, grabbing five watches coloured pink, aubergine, green, orange, and yellow.

"How much?" She asked as she placed the five watches on the table. He scanned the watches.

"74 ringgits," he answered. She placed a whole 100 ringgits bill on the table as he took a plastic bag.

"Keep the change," she hissed as she ran away from the store, the bag in her hand. She knew where she'll go, she had been near a cliff. She opened the bag and grabbed the pink watch, a representation of the friend who died first.

"For Yaya," she said as she threw the watch away. She dipped her hand in the bag and searched for the aubergine watch, a representation of the friend who died second.

"For Fang," she said as she threw the watch away. She dipped her hand in the bag and searched for the green watch, a representation of the friend who died third.

"For Gopal," she said as she threw the watch away. She dipped her hand in the bag and searched for the orange watch, a representation of the friend who died fourth.

"For BoBoiBoy," she said as she threw the watch away. She dipped her hand in the bag and searched for the yellow watch, a representation of the friend who'll die fifth.

She found herself clasping at the watch.

Here she is, going to lose the fifth watch. Will she dare to do what is needed and throw the fifth watch off? Will she find the strength in her heart? Will she find the guts in her?

Yes, she will.

Her mother and sister would grieve, but they'll move on. The sun would still shine even if she's dead, the ray would still be warm. The mountains will still stand appropriately. So why shouldn't she do this? What's to fear of death? It had only been the loss of a soul.

She took a far step back, preparing herself to run off the cliff. Her power watch had glowed golden as she used the full power, running so far off. There's no way she can run back, now. She's beyond saving. There's no point in saving her. You can't save a corpse.

The wind of the air blew her face as she laid down sprawled on her belly facing down. She would be even more unrecognisable then than if she had been laying on her back facing down. As it should be. She's a no one, she deserves a no one's death. She prepared herself for the impact that'll surely do the job and kill her.

Why can't Ying save herself?