A/N: Well, I was bored out of my mind thinking of this project we had to do in school. Don't know why, but it brings up rainbow popcorn.

Oh yeah, I messed up really badly around the middle, so, it's all because I managed to get bored at midnight. I should be going to sleep, but I'm too lazy to get up, but too dizzy to write a flowing one-shot.

Dang. Whatever, I know this is bad, but I'm sorry. I'm just not accustomed to typing up random fanfics off the top of my head just yet.

It was a rather sunny day. I guess people would be as ecstatic as they were now. Today was THE DAY. The day I finally got out of Ivy university to pursue my dream of becoming a lawyer (yeah, I guess it was better than my back-up plan: working at Eldoon's Noodles).

I can still remember the time about two weeks ago. The bar exam was exhausting, but I guess it was all worth it. The constant studying, the endless law books, even the all-nighters I had to pull in order to pass. The bar exam was one of the hardest things I had ever had to do, but if it meant saving my friend, I had to do it.

The joy of passing it, however, was a different story. I got the results soon after, and after receiving a passing grade, I was overjoyed. It may only be an average grade, but I didn't care. All my hard work soon paid off as I jumped up and down in my dorm, screaming like a wild chimp who had just found the legendary bananas.

My friends came in, thinking there was a fire. One of them even brought in a fire extinguisher. They too had their results in their hand. Three passed while two failed, but they weren't as content as I was. They didn't have to save a friend by passing their department.

Graduation is an awkward day, though I never knew the day would come. What's weird is leaving all the friends I've gotten to know here (The again, they are rather eccentric. You know what, it would be better if I just got on with life).

It was five hours before grad when it all happened. I majored in arts, so I actually volunteered to help with the decorations. As I picked up a ribbon from the decorations, I still can't remember the reason as to why I studied art, of all subjects. I mean, if I was going to be a lawyer, why did I have to study art? That's when it soon came back to me.

The trial I had a few months back came flooding into my mind. I remembered why I joined art class. It was all because of this girl I met one day reading in some court library; my precious Dollie. Her gentle laugh rang through my ears as I stood there dazed, my sharp grey eyes glazed over, pinching a thin piece of ribbon which swayed in the breeze, then became limp.

I had joined art class in order to spend more time with my precious Dollie. I never missed her as much as I had then, standing there half conscious. People actually began to stare at me, but I ignored them, drowning in the flooding memories.

After that lawyer helped me get off the hook in the murder trial, I was even more dedicated to becoming a lawyer myself than I was before, if it meant being capable saving the innocent. Dahlia herself was found guilty for murdering Doug Swallow after that case. I still can't believe that all that really happened. At the time, I wanted to help my poor, sweet Dollie. I believed she was innocent. Of course, my beliefs weren't pure at the time. My infatuation with her clouded my judgement when the truth was staring me right in the face. Dahlia really was the killer; my lawyer brought that to fruition.

Now people were yelling at me to get a move on with the decorations. Grad was going to start in four hours and we all still had a lot to do. I just dismissively placed the ribbon on the appropriate poles, then walked away from the crowd, thoughts of Dahlia rushing back into my mind.

I sat underneath a tree thinking of what happened to me after that. I truly took that lawyer, Mia's words into account onto my life. I haven't moved on completely, though I eventually came to realize what had happened. I was sure that the Dahlia I hung out with and the Dahlia we all had witnessed in court were two different people. It's true that I am still infatuated with her as I thought under that shady tree, allowing the breeze to blow through my naturally spiky hair.

Dahlia. If she saw me after what happened after that trial, she really wouldn't have known me. I, to be honest, completely forgot about her. I was so caught up with finishing university that she actually left my mind. To be honest, my attitude about everything changed. I focused on my work, leaving the past behind. Oddly enough, thoughts of her never ran across my head as I studied furiously for the bar exam.

After that fateful trial, I took off the pink sweater she gave me. I made sure to keep it somewhere safe, where my precious memories of her couldn't be harmed by anything on the outside. I made sure I would never wear it again, in hopes of forgetting her and getting on with my life.

I remembered the day when I finally took it off. Forever. I folded it slowly, letting the soft knitting brush my fingers for as long as possible. I soon realized that this was the way it was meant to be as I tucked it under my luggage, hoping I would never see it again.

Now that I thought of it, I really do wish I burnt it instead. Just thinking of the damned sweater is actually coaxing me right now to run back to my dorm, grab it, and put it on, feeling the love against my chest. Let the tears flow. No, I thought as I shook my head rapidly. That wasn't love. That was manipulation. Dahlia is a nightmare.

Thinking of it all like that used to help, but under that tree, I cried. Hard. Tears of sorrow and broken heart flowed down my cheeks. After the trial, I cried this was in my dorm all alone. Dahlia was just using me to get what she wanted. She killed someone without me knowing. And she wanted to kill me too. That was the true nature of her love. I've learned to accept it, but I guess it's okay to mourn every once in a while.

I got up and rubbed away the tears. I must have looked silly, crying over a criminal girlfriend around everyone else getting ready for the biggest celebration of their lives.

I returned to the graduation grounds. I picked up more decorations as I pushed Dahlia away. She was nothing more than a distant memory. A fragment of the past. As I put up yet another banner, I saw someone. Someone I thought I knew.

It couldn't be. Were my eyes playing tricks on me? Was this just a coincidence? I could have sworn that right by one of the poles, hiding, was Dahlia. Her hair, her face, even her soft hands, they looked the same. Just like before. The shy smile and those deep, gorgeous eyes, I couldn't forget them.

I shook my head once more, allowing the thought dissolve in my head. There is no way that could be Dahlia. I was just seeing things. Dahlia was locked up in jail, preparing for her death sentence, so I hear. So why did I start running towards her?

I was right. There really was a girl there. She began to run, but because of the head-start she had, I couldn't catch her before she ran into the bush. The thoughts and questions running through my mind kept me company as I walked back. I couldn't get a clear enough view from where I was and where she was. I could have sworn that she looked like Dahlia. The only thing is, she was wearing purple robe of some sort. I've never seen Dahlia wear something like that.

I sighed to myself. Probably some people playing a prank on me. I half-expected someone to get in front of my face and yell, "GOCTHA, YOU LOSER!" in front of my face. It never happened. In fact, no one really noticed that I ran away.

I continued to help, and, two hours before the graduation ceremony started, we were done. The end product was rather rewarding. Colourful streamers hung from tree to tree, encircling a large, lush grassy field. There was a makeshift stage and several seats on the grass. Many lanterns hung everywhere and rather outstanding banners commemorating our time at Ivy University were hung around the entrance. During the graduation ceremony, which took place at night, the paper lanterns would light everything up, making it all a rather beautiful night.

There was a large field beside the group of chairs and the podium. This was where the graduation dance would take place. I still hadn't been able to find a partner, but just three days ago, a pretty decent girl asked me to dance with her today. I accepted, knowing that both myself and her were getting rather desperate.

The podium was outstanding. Right there was a locked box that probably held our diplomas, degrees, awards, and several other graduating items. There was a microphone set up. I walked towards it, almost tempted to start singing in front of an empty audience. I tapped it, to discover that it was plugged in at the moment. No one was there at the moment, so I took a deep breath...

And stopped. The sun was setting, casting a shadow on someone who had just walked into the area. I don't know what I was thinking. I didn't even know what I was going to say! (Though I was thinking of randomly yelling Objection! I have to practice the trade if I ever want to be a master at it.)

She came back. I couldn't see her face due to the shadow the setting sun cast over her face. I was right though. She looked ALMOST like Dahlia. Not exactly. She had the same features, but her hair was black and she was wearing this strange cultural outfit made of a soft, purple cloth. Her hair was also different as it was as black as night.

I could tell that we were just standing there, staring at each other in awe. I couldn't tell if I knew her or not, and I couldn't tell if she knew me. It just felt...right, being in her presence. I knew it wasn't Dahlia, but I don't recall Dahlia ever having siblings. The stranger too just stood there and it seemed like forever when she broke the silence.

"Aren't you going to say something?" she asked. I gasped and sheepishly blushed. I realized my mouth was hanging right open, facing the microphone. I immediately fixed myself up, stood straight, and finally closed my hanging mouth. "Oh, I'm sorry" I exclaimed. My voice echoed through the graduation field and I blushed even harder. I clumsily stepped off the podium and walked towards her in an attempt to find out who she really was (and to get away from that microphone).

The only thing is, she started to step back. When I saw this, I too hesitated. Was I doing the right thing. Did I really want to know who this stranger was. While I was distracted by my thoughts, she ran off. She did say something, however, and it was that very statement that both made my day and made me cry in fear of the mystery that was laid out in front of me.

"Good bye... Feenie..."

A/N: Wow, I was planning to make this a one-shot. That was one of the best improv fics I've done in a while. Oh well.

Anyway, just saying that I was planning to make this only one frickin' chapter, but after seeing how this story played out, I guess I'm stuck making more chapters.

By the way, the rainbow popcorn thing still has something to do with this. I just didn't get to it yet.

*sigh* I never realized how hard it would be to make this semi-long. Whatever! If you liked this, don't be afraid to review and whatnot. I really need the extra moral support.

In addition, I can tell you that this story WILL take on new twists, including this new POV thing I'm trying out. Wish me luck! .