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Author's notes: This (looks down at the fic) is the result of an absolute writer's block during the making of the accursed personal statement. Those damned things! I swear just interview me!

::sigh:: I need some rest…btw…I do not own any of this characters! ::obviously::

Slender fingers curled around a cigarette stick, red lips kissing the end of it. Smoke perfumes the cold hallway as green eyes stare contemplatively at the blue pearl of a planet. Long legs were barely covered by a hastily worn bathrobe. Matted midnight blue bangs carefully frame an unusually solemn face; small droplets of water trickle down the still uncombed hair. The exposed ivory skin contrasted with the shadows of the night.

"What are you doing here?" The figure froze at the deep sound of the inquiring voice. She let out a sigh. She was in no mood for bickering. She slightly turned her head at the source of the voice; her eyes fleetingly glanced at the tall man.

"I was looking for something." His eyes were trained at her—those eyes that haunted her mind. It was hard for her to live each day not knowing who she was. Her past was not haunting her; her past is a part of her. A part of her that she could only vaguely remember. She hated to think that her present lifestyle was quite degrading compared to her former life.

But it was harder for her to recount the memories she had recently created. To think how vulnerable she is to the man who now stood before her. Sarcasm and indifference was the only way she knew how to deal with him. Because she hated him. Hated him for letting her fall in love with him. Hated him because both of them knew that he was too involved with the past to return her feelings. Yet here she was, hope still beating within her. She's foolish…and she knows that.

The bittersweet taste of tobacco was fresh on her lips. Her tongue licked her thin lips. She liked the way it tasted. It reminded her of her life and how much it lacked her peace of mind. Her nights consisted of memories shattered beyond her recognition. While her days were full of lingering questions, searched that ended in nothing and most of all those eyes. Eyes that she could never understand yet finding herself drawn to them.

She slowly walked towards him, her eyes boring through his. Her ears were ringing with the fast beats of her heart. She stopped in front of him. Her face only inches away from his. Surprise flashed in his eyes as her hand swept the strands of hair away from his face. She smiled dryly, "But, apparently cowboy, I won't find it soon."

He stood there silently watching as she calmly walked away.

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