Disclaimer: The puppets don't belong to me.
Warnings: Angst. Semi-deathfic.
Author Notes: Spinoff of Arisa and her fiancé. Tell me what you think so I can make it better.
Porcelain Promise Presents:
Mr. Peter Rabbit
I miss her. Arisa. It's hard to accept that she's gone. The funeral was last week. Cynthia's family was there, too, and we all cried for her. Arisa. I can't believe she's dead.
I gave work my two week's notice yesterday. I told them that it was because of work I forgot about what was really important in my life, and didn't go with Arisa to England that weekend. I told them I didn't want to forget anymore important things...or people. Arisa. I will never forget her.
I brought flowers to her grave today. It was a nice bouquet that the lady at the flower shop recommended to me, with all sorts of flowers in all sorts of colors. I stuck in a lily even though it didn't really match the arrangement, but because it was always favorite. "For someone special?" the lady at the flower shop had asked me. I almost broke down crying.
"Yeah. Someone real special," I said.
When I got to her grave marker, there were already flowers there. Daisies. Thinking back, those might have been more appropriate. They were a lot happier. Like her. They're probably from Cynthia's family, or maybe those two nice young men I met at the hotel when....
I got there as fast as I could. Really. I left in the middle of a meeting and cried all the way through a one-way flight and hurried the four remaining miles to the hotel. I was too late, of course. I already knew I was when I left. The authorities were gone. Only detective Rose remained with a handful tourists that had been staying there. One of them, Ryo if I recall correctly, told me he'd been friends with Arisa. And he even gave me something.
Mr. Peter Rabbit.
I had him fixed and sewn. I know it would have been cheaper to buy a new stuffed rabbit, but...it was from Arisa. I can almost smell her on it. Mr. Peter Rabbit and I have been left alone now to grieve over our loss. Arisa. I swear I'll never forget her. I cry every time I think about her. I'm crying even now, while I hold Peter Rabbit close to me and find myself returning to her grave. I wish I would have proposed to her sooner, after all the chasing she did after me. I wish I would have realized sooner...how much I love her....
I'm sure I'll survive, though. Just me and Mr. Peter Rabbit.
Warnings: Angst. Semi-deathfic.
Author Notes: Spinoff of Arisa and her fiancé. Tell me what you think so I can make it better.
Porcelain Promise Presents:
Mr. Peter Rabbit
I miss her. Arisa. It's hard to accept that she's gone. The funeral was last week. Cynthia's family was there, too, and we all cried for her. Arisa. I can't believe she's dead.
I gave work my two week's notice yesterday. I told them that it was because of work I forgot about what was really important in my life, and didn't go with Arisa to England that weekend. I told them I didn't want to forget anymore important things...or people. Arisa. I will never forget her.
I brought flowers to her grave today. It was a nice bouquet that the lady at the flower shop recommended to me, with all sorts of flowers in all sorts of colors. I stuck in a lily even though it didn't really match the arrangement, but because it was always favorite. "For someone special?" the lady at the flower shop had asked me. I almost broke down crying.
"Yeah. Someone real special," I said.
When I got to her grave marker, there were already flowers there. Daisies. Thinking back, those might have been more appropriate. They were a lot happier. Like her. They're probably from Cynthia's family, or maybe those two nice young men I met at the hotel when....
I got there as fast as I could. Really. I left in the middle of a meeting and cried all the way through a one-way flight and hurried the four remaining miles to the hotel. I was too late, of course. I already knew I was when I left. The authorities were gone. Only detective Rose remained with a handful tourists that had been staying there. One of them, Ryo if I recall correctly, told me he'd been friends with Arisa. And he even gave me something.
Mr. Peter Rabbit.
I had him fixed and sewn. I know it would have been cheaper to buy a new stuffed rabbit, but...it was from Arisa. I can almost smell her on it. Mr. Peter Rabbit and I have been left alone now to grieve over our loss. Arisa. I swear I'll never forget her. I cry every time I think about her. I'm crying even now, while I hold Peter Rabbit close to me and find myself returning to her grave. I wish I would have proposed to her sooner, after all the chasing she did after me. I wish I would have realized sooner...how much I love her....
I'm sure I'll survive, though. Just me and Mr. Peter Rabbit.