Oka, what are you doing! Stahp, you have to finish Mistaken Identity before you start posting any new stories. . . I couldn't help it. . . When I saw that part I just had to . . . I'm sure all of us have experienced what Eponine did T.T I changed the lyrics just a little bit to fit the characters. I'm sorry, I just needed a break from Mistaken Identity. I own nothing! Reviews are always appreciated~

Feliciana had never seen her German crush so excited in all the years she'd known him. Electrifying blue eyes no longer held that cold glare that was permanent on his

handsome face. Ludwig was running around the abandoned streets with an air of energy, oblivious to her slow gait. The smile that he held was due to some one else, which

caused a tight grip to grab at Feliciana's heart. He had fallen for the Russian girl that he had briefly seen across the street in the market days before. She did not convey her

emotions to him, only alone would she cry for her unrequited love. All she could do for Ludwig was smile and help him. All she could feel was the sharp pain that stabbed at

her. He was so happy. What else could she do?

Turning to her, Ludwig engulfed her tiny hands in his large ones. His cheeks were flushed with color and his whole entire face seemed to glow as he said "In my life, she has

burst like the music of angels. The light of the sun and my life seems to stop. As if something is over and something has scarcely begun. Felicia, you're the friend who has

brought me here, thanks to you I am one with the gods and heaven is near! And I soar through a world that is new, that is free!" His grin became even more larger, a grin

was foreign to him to begin with, when he sees the pale haired Russian girl on the other side of an iron gate. Warmth disappears entirely from Feliciana as he lets go of her

and goes off. She brings her hands to her chest and with watery eyes she watches him go. Unable to stop him. "Every word that he says is a dagger in me! In my life, there's

been no one like him anywhere. . . Anywhere, where he is. . . If he asked. . . I'd be his."

Getting closer, Ludwig lets out a shaky breath and tries to compose himself. This big, burly man wasn't used to feeling so. . . vulnerable. Yet when the Russian girl smiled at

him, her amethyst eyes serving as a light to him, all his fears subsided. This girl who he could not get out of his dreams was now in front of him. She was something that was

intangible to Ludwig. Something so unreal that if he got any closer, she might evaporate.

"A heart full of love, a heart full of song. I'm doing everything all wrong. Oh God, for shame, I do not even know your name. Dear Miss, won't you say? Will you tell?"

She tilted her head to the side, making her hair fall off her shoulders. Pink lips parted as she spoke "A heart full of love. No fear, no regret."

Ludwig held onto the bars that separated them. "My name is Ludwig Beilschmidt."

"And mine's Anya."

"Anya, I don't know what to say!" Ludwig blushed and looked away.

Anya slid her hand onto his cheek, gently caressing him. "Then make no sound."

He covered his hand on her's. "I am lost." Ludwig admitted sheepishly.

"I am found."

Not being able to bear the sight anymore, Feliciana slipped around the corner and let her emotions out. He was never hers to lose, yet it still pained her. Dragging herself

down the street she accepted the truth.

"He will never say those words to me. Not to me. . . Not to me. . ."