Authoress' Notes: Hello! I'm baaaccck! So sorry for being gone for so long! I was in Bangkok, so I couldn't update… so so sorry! But I'll update my other stories soon, promise! This story actually could do well as a one-shot… but nahhh… heheheheh… it'll be short though. Maybe 5 or 6 chapters only. Hehehe. Dontcha worry, I'm still doing Unexpected Carriage! Its just that this one was in my folder for a long time now I decided I should post it. Heheh. Hope ya enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: …Nope. Don't own them.

Stuffed Toy

By psychedelic aya

It was endless.

The sky kept on weeping, and there was nothing she could do about it. Not that she minded, anyway. She liked the rain. She loved the way the droplets wet her skin and stained her clothes…

She walked blindly in the rain that night. The tall trees swayed with the strong air flowing around, making howling noises that sent shivers up and down her spine. But she didn't care.

In her state, life wasn't worth caring for anymore.

She had been here enough times to know where she was going, even in the darkest of days. Rain or shine, hail or snow… she would be here. In this place, she found her refuge.

The place was dark and gloomy, as it always was. The grass blew softly with the harsh winds, the rain falling against it, making it moist. Her shoes squished at each step; her patterned walking was filled with gloom even worse than the dark horizon.

Her black clothes, now wet, they stuck to her skin; and her long untidy hair tussled with the breeze.

She walked slowly, as if in a funeral march. The fresh flowers on her hand did not make any difference to her and the area's mood, it was as if such beauty of nature were out of place in where she was.

She stopped in front of gray marker, carved and embroidered with a name and words she thought she had long forgotten. The winds howled in her ear and it made her long auburn tresses fly, but she still stood as stiff as a rock.

She stared at the marker, as if figuring out it's lost significance.

She was alone now. She felt so alone.

The flowers were forgotten. They dropped in front of her, their freshness waning. Their petals slowly withered as they got hit by the strong storm.

And on her knees, she cried.

She felt so broken now--just like a useless stuffed toy.

Authoress' Scribbles: There we go! Heheheh. I'm sorry if it's a little confusing now... heheh... But it'll clear up! Thankies! And I'm sorry I haven't update Unexpected Carriage for so long… I visited my mom in Thailand. She's studying there now… Heheh. Thankies to all those who waited though… But I'm really really so so sorry!