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-What Once Was-
The blonde woman rose silently in the dark, not wanting to wake the brunette that was lying in the bed next to her. Quietly, she reached for her clothes that were lying crumpled on the floor and began to dress. She looked down at the sleeping woman and felt the familiar pangs of emptiness and shame return.
'Another one night stand- is this what I've come to?' she thought in disgust as she let herself out of the woman's apartment. 'I don't even remember what she said her name was." She wanted to leave before the woman woke up, because she realized that the act between them had been a mistake.
She brushed a lock of her blonde hair back as she stepped out into the night, carefully looking over her shoulder to make sure that she wasn't being followed. She walked through the darkened Paris streets back to her small apartment.
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Every night, her routine was to pick up an unknown woman in a club, because she was in search of something. She was in search of something she'd lost, and feared she'd never find again.
'Destined love, is there really such a thing?' she wondered to herself sadly. She realized that she no longer believed in that concept.
But once she had, with all her heart.
There was a reason why she always picked the same type of woman. She always picked slender, petite Japanese women with short dark hair. She believed she could convince herself that it was the one she really wanted. But that illusion only lasted until the act was over and then she realized that none of them would ever be her.
She could never be replaced..
The blonde remembered the time they had been together; the way her lover had smelled and tasted, the way her lips, skin and breasts had felt like liquid fire as they made love together. It truly had been a magical time.
But things changed. They grew apart and one day she found herself alone. Again.
But even now, she had never lost her desire for her. She was always in her thoughts, in her dreams and her nightmares. It seemed like her memory was everywhere, but she was nowhere to be found. Was she lost to her forever, or would she return someday?
"Kirika.." the blonde whispered her love's name longingly into the night.
But there was only silence...
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The next night, Mireille was in the club when she spotted her. "Kirika!" she thought, but knew in her heart that it wasn't. 'At least I can pretend- if only for a while.' she thought as she flipped back her hair, smiled and made her way over to the woman.
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My first story. I'd love some feedback please. Thank you.