They lay in bed together. Just the two of them. As the clock downstairs chimed out the strokes of midnight, anyone walking into the darkened room would have glimpsed an image full of contrasts.
On the bed lay two girls: one a tall, slim blonde; the other, a slight raven-haired beauty. While one slept peacefully, with her mouth curved upwards in a small smile, a serene look upon her youthful face; the other lay stock still, curled into a ball, delicate white hands gripping the pillow tightly.
She could not keep the troubled look from marring her pretty features. What with the warmth emanating from the sleeping figure behind her, and the want and desire bubbling up trying to burst from her, the brunette could hardly be blamed for turning her back on her friend and trying desperately to keep away all thoughts of the fair haired girl dreaming mere inches away.
For she wanted her so badly, needed her so fiercely and with such longing that her desires threatened to block out all rational thought from her mind. Wanted to hold her in her arms, needed to tell her of her love and longed to have her feelings returned. Those were the thoughts and emotions running rampant through the mind of the worried girl.
Tears trickled from the corners of her eyes to dampen her pillow. She buried her face in it, attempting to stifle the sobs that were being wrenched from her body. She felt so completely alone at that moment, torn between desire and self doubt, the only person with the ability to appease those pains lying blissfully ignorant less than an arm's length away.
And in that bleak moment, everything changed. The blonde bombshell rolled over and reached an arm out to pull them closer together. A kiss was planted on the brunette's cheek and the words "don't cry Youko" were whispered in her ear. Turning around, the brunette saw such love shining in the fair haired girl's eyes, that in an instant, she knew that everything was going to be alright.