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Summary: What they believed never mattered.
"She wishes to be alone, allow her this solace."
The Dark clouds that covered the sky pelted their grief down upon the world, giving her the chance to think that the heavens were crying on her behalf.
Her hands were soaked in blood, although washed; she was positive, without a doubt, that they were stained permanently.
They believed she had no heart, that all she wished for was doom.
They were right. However, it wasn't all she wanted, she was spoiled, and there was something missing. Sitting out in the rain, letting the heavens tears soak her being and turn her blood cold. She bit down on her lips, wishing for the warmth that she was always missing.
Tilting her head to the sky, she let the rain pour at the nape of her neck, she wasn't fanciful or mystical; Diva was realistic and she knew what needed to be done in order to get what she needed, she knew how much blood needed to spilled first.
She only acted as such when it rained, when what they believed didn't matter.
She was alive, at least for now, she knew that what she wanted was both in her reach and not; and with that knowledge, she felt she deserved moments like these.
"Because what they believe, never mattered".
She was Diva, and she would get what she wanted, she would get her warmth, her family.
A/N: Revised 2012