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All I have is the hands that won't stop shaking and the aching need in my in heart to be with and talk to you.

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Midori looked down at the woman in her arms, shaking and crying; this poor woman's world was falling apart. Midori keep looking around wondering how Kami could do such a thing. The words in her broken voice tore through Midori like a bullet and she looked back to the door of her apartment, heart torn in two directions.

Midori's open door policy with her friends and her loyalty to them had buoyed her through some of the toughest times in her life. More than once though, Midori allowed her own chances to fall by the wayside when she was needed by her friends. Friends that needed her to be the strong arms that keep them safe, the unbiased ears that listened as their hearts scream at the ruin of their lives. This morning it was costing her once more, how could she do both? How could she be a strong loyal friend and how could she open her heart to the woman Kami swept into her life through modern technology?

Midori had been having fun on-line with a woman she had come to admire in so many ways. Midori loved talking to this woman because it brought her out of the misery her life had become. Midori had thought she was happy following her professor and living her preplanned life, she found out she was wrong. Slowly Midori took the chance and allowed things to progress through her on-line friendship…and they did.

On a day heralded to be a lucky day Midori watched as their playful fun became something she'd been missing since leaving Fuuka . It was like the breath of life had been swept back into her lungs and Midori felt emboldened reaching out. No her professor didn't love her, couldn't love her, and for too long Midori was trapped in the viscous cycle of being too close and forever out of reach. Now her life seemed to brighten with each and every communication, hours of trading life's fun and misery with someone so far away and in every sense closer than anyone she'd ever been with before.

Midori took the chance and turned playful flirtation into open invitation, she wanted this woman to give her life meaning even if only through the words blazing across her laptop. As the night progressed into early morning, it was heaven's gift pouring through each communication; Midori's hands shook as she waited for each and every line to appear. She would laugh at her immaturity as she tried to type in return and watched as her words seemed to form stuttering phrases on the screen, when she needed to them to be intimate instead.

Midori wanted to reach through her laptop monitor and pull this woman into her arms and to her bed. Every communication brought her closer and closer to that wonderful release she needed and had been wanting for so long. Midori slowed her nervous hands and tried to convey her needs, desires, as this woman brought her alive once more.

Just as Midori sent out her next communication, one that would bring them so close to fulfillment, there was a loud honking horn outside of her apartment. Midori moved to her window, she hated honking horns for the rudeness they conveyed, and noticed through her blissful haze that one of her friends was laying on said rude horn.

Midori stepped outside and was tackled by her friend, "You weren't answering your cell phone and I didn't know what else to do?"

"What happened?" Midori asked as her friends tears started to soak through her shirt.

"She left me…she told me she didn't love me anymore. There were no signs, Midori, nothing…she just packed while I watched and left me," her friend replied through her tears.

Midori looked down at the broken woman in her arms and back to her apartment door. Hell had visited her front porch and Heaven was waiting inside her apartment on her laptop. Why me? Midori thought as the woman screamed and cried in her arms, Why now, it's supposed to be my turn to be happy for once. It had taken nearly forty minutes to calm her friend down and bring her into the apartment. Midori settled her friend onto her bed covering her before leaving the room. Midori looked back from the doorway and remembered every pain she had felt when her world crumbled and knew she had done right by being there for her friend.

With lead feet, Midori returned to her laptop and found two awaiting messages. Midori went for the most recent and her stomach dropped. Her loyalty had cost her again, this time it was the open line to this woman she had been reaching out to so intimately. Her words of apology cut Midori like sharp razors and Midori typed a response that couldn't even begin to convey her feelings or what had happened.

Midori sat back after posting and pulled up the other email. Midori's whole body shook as she read the lines that she had been waiting for and wondered if she would ever see again. After staring at those words until she fell asleep, Midori woke to find them still glaring at her from her laptop monitor. Her friend had left a note and was gone and Midori was now once again alone.

Midori wanted to send another email, explaining her absence but she couldn't find the words as her heart seemed to have exploded in her chest. Midori turned off her laptop and left her apartment. A ride to the local beach in this crazy little city where she was living was about all she could manage. It was here as she looked out across the water that she released her anger and the agonizing ache in her heart.

"WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO? WHY GIVE ME THE CHANCE TO FEEL ANYTHING IF YOU'RE ONLY GOING TO RIP IT BACK OUT FROM UNDER ME AGAIN?"

Midori screamed to the wind as she watched the water kissing the beach and pulling away. Her head fought for an answer that would not come. Sitting there in front of the great expanse, Midori fought off the urge to cry and ached with the loneliness of that missed communication. She hated how her loyalty had brought her here, missing her, and leading her into the longest most agonizing day of her life.