sweet sour cherry pie

'I'd love to visit you again,' the note read. 'I'll see you 3 o' clock this Saturday, then.'

Ever since she received the note, Sophia had been in the kitchen, thinking about what to do for some of the time, and a good portion of the remainder had been spent in the kitchen, the note from Fayt lying next to the mixing bowl on the counter, and her hand rarely leaving the spoon.

Because she knew cooking was her forte, she decided to use that "to her advantage," and bake a wonderful group of dishes for him. Unfortunately, all the day's baking had left her with was a small family of tarts and a cherry pie. Looking at it, however, she found it to be one of the most beautiful "meals" she'd ever seen.

To Sophia, it was a good thing that she was home alone, as she could barely contain her excitement at seeing Fayt again as she danced around the kitchen after she'd set the food, along with a pot of coffee (she'd grown to not mind the taste so much) on the dining room table. Looking at the clock, which read 2:30, she began humming a happy tune.

When the phone rang, jolting her off a note, she dashed over to it, picking it up. "Hello?"

"Sophia?" It was Fayt. A smile spread across Sophia's face. It was wonderful to hear his voice again!

"Fayt, how are you?" she asked. How she wished to be rid of the boundaries being on the phone presented, how she wished she could see him.

She could almost hear the smile from Fayt's end when he answered. "Good, you?"

"Fine," she answered, her calm, composed tone betraying her inner urge to squeal. And at that moment, she resolved to throw her arms around him the minute he stepped through the door, and, if nerves permitted, maybe, just maybe, even kiss him.

"Ah, Sophia, about today…." And there it was. An ice-cold splinter drove itself into her heart, into the scar that had just recently healed for last time.

She swallowed, spoke. "Can't make it?" And just as last time, her voice betrayed her true feelings.

She could hear him swallow, preparing his words carefully, oh so carefully, though it would hardly make a difference. "Yeah. I'm really sorry, Sophia."

And just like last time, she refused to cry. "Maybe next week, then," she said through a throat that felt closed up.

"Sure."

Neither of them said much more on the subject, or any other subject for that matter, letting what felt like an eternity pass in silence. Fayt seemed to notice this and said in a reassuring tone, "Aw, don't worry. I'll try my best to make it next time, okay?"

She nodded, then cleared her throat. "All right, then. I hope to see you soon, then." She excused herself and hung up the phone, walking in a semi-daze over to the table, which, despite the fact it had looked like a work of art earlier, almost seemed to have lost its luster and become pathetic.

She seated herself anyway, and looked over everything. Everything she had worked so hard on seemed so trivial now. Trying her best to push these thoughts from her head, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and began cleaning up.

She didn't care if it took forever, as long as she had the chance to see Fayt again and show him just how much she had improved. She would even continue going through heartbreak after heartbreak, but only for him.

Kyone

4.16.05- 7.26.05

Ah, long time since I wrote this, but I wanted to make it really good. I know it's odd that I would write for this couple, but I really did like working on this fanfic. Don't expect a whole lot more like this, but I may write a continuation to it (perhaps one of a lighter feel?) if things go well.

Thank you very much for reading, and please review!