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I'm sorry this took so long. Seeing as all I know about romance I've read in books, it was kind of hard for me to get started on writing it. But I think I did a good job...

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Poor Miku. At that moment, she did not yet know that she and Gakupo would argue over the most trivial things regarding their wedding. For example, she wanted blue roses for her bouquet, and Gakupo vehemently disagreed.

With Rin gone, Miku felt herself crack slowly but surely. She needed someone - anyone - to talk to.

Little did she know that her prayers would be answered again - and by a devil, no less...

Miku sighed for the umpteenth time as she walked out of the church doors. She walked towards a garden next to the church

Phew, so that's what a wedding rehearsal's like, she thought. Pretty stressful. I wish Rin was here...

Miku frowned. It had been two days since Rin disappeared. Two days since that kiss...

No! Miku thought, trying to block out the memories of that kiss. We're both girls, and I'm getting married! I'm just going to have to forget about Rin!

But then, how could she forget? Since she was a child, she's never really felt anything. Sure, she's felt pinpricks of physical pain every once in a while, but emotionally she might as well have been the walking dead for most of her life.

As much as she didn't want to admit it, Rin's kiss awakened something in her. It made her think about this loveless marriage (Miku knew all about Gakupo's rather...unique tastes) and how her parents want her to be married to this lord so so much and how Miku couldn't disappoint them all...

And how much she missed her friend.

It was then that she felt something rolling on her cheek. When she wiped the something, her hand met moisture. She was crying; something she hadn't done since she was a little girl.

"Excuse me. Why are you crying?"

Miku jumped as she felt a warm hand on her shoulder. She turned to see concerned blue eyes that belonged to a rather handsome young man. His blond hair was pulled back into a small ponytail. He seemed to be about a year younger than Miku, and yet the two were the same height.

Almost like Rin...

"Um," Miku said, trying to get a sense of what was going on. "It's nothing, really."

The young man smiled, brushing the tears off of Miku's face.

"If it's nothing, then you shouldn't be crying," he said gently. "It doesn't suit you, miss."

Miku blushed at this. His smile seemed so kind...but for some reason his eyes seemed so mournful.

"Um...thank you," she said, trying to hide her blush. What was wrong with her? Even if she didn't love Gakupo, liking someone outside of an intended marriage is a huge offense.

"It's no trouble, miss," the boy said. "If you need a listening ear, you can turn to me, okay? It seems like you need a friend...someone to talk to."

Miku stared wide-eyed at the boy as he turned to leave. She knew those words; they were her own once upon a time. Sitting in bed through lonely nights, praying for someone to be there for her. When she was a girl, everyone at school teased her because of her hair color. If it weren't for her brother Mikuo...But Mikuo's been dead for years...

The boy froze in surprise as Miku caught him in a hug. After about a minute, the boy hugged back. Miku wanted to melt at how comforting the boy's embrace was...it was warm and sweet, unlike Gakupo's crushing bear hugs.

"Thank you so much," Miku said, smiling into the hug. "What's your name? Mine is Hatsune Miku."

"Hatsune Miku," the boy repeated, smiling. "That's a beautiful name. As for me, my name is Kagamine Len."

Kagamine...is he related to Rin? Miku couldn't help thinking. She shook the thought almost instantly.

That's impossible. Rin's an angel, and Len's human...And besides, Kagamine is a common name.

As the weeks passed, everything seemed somewhat tolerable. Miku's parents thought it was because she was getting used to the idea of being married. Miku knew that it was because of Len.

Every time something went wrong, or something went right, Miku went towards the small garden Len always seemed to occupy. And hours seemed to pass each day: Miku ranting about how she didn't like the cake choice that Gakupo wanted (but of course, the planners chose that particular cake anyway) or that Gakupo disapproved of the flower arrangement that Miku wanted for her bouquet, and Len quietly listening and occasionally putting in his own comments.

"Well, the bouquet's not his choice, isn't it?" Len asked. "I mean, I'm not familiar with wedding customs, but isn't it the bouquet the bride's choice?"

"That's what I said!" Miku huffed. "But he said, 'No, Miku. I do not think that blue roses are an ideal wedding bouquet. I'd much rather see you carrying a bouquet of purple and black roses'."

Len quirked an eyebrow. "Blue, purple, and black? I thought roses came in pink, red, yellow and white..."

"I don't know about the purple and black ones," Miku explained, exasperated. "But when I was a little girl, I saw a lovely bouquet of blue roses sold at a florist's shop. They were such a mesmerizing shade of blue that I couldn't take my eyes off of them."

Len watched as Miku's face softened into one expressing gentle awe. He smiled.

"It sounds like you like roses."

Miku nodded. "Blue and white are my favorites," she admitted. "Really, I like any color of rose."

"Except for black and purple," Len said in amusement.

"Except for black and purple!" Miku repeated, laughing. "That's such a morbid color combination - it's like something out of an Edgar Allen Poe book!"

"And you, the black stained bride, are not?" the blond boy answered, poking fun at the fact that black was all Miku ever seemed to wear.

The two laughed hysterically at this, and then everything grew quiet. Miku enjoyed these quiet moments with Len - they were peaceful and...

"Miku," Len suddenly said. "If I were to do something, would you push me away?"

Almost instantly, Rin's kiss flashed through Miku's mind. She shook the thought away, answering, "Um...I don't know. I think that would depend on the something."

"Please don't say 'I don't know', Miku. Just please say yes or no," Len said, turning towards Miku to make eye contact with her.

Miku saw a myraid of emotions swirling through Len's eyes. Fear, doubt, devotion...and love?

Oh...

So Len loved her...that shouldn't send a jolt of delight through her. She was getting married, dang it! That had to mean something, right? Marriage is sacred...at least that's what she thought.

But lately she had been thinking about marriage with Len and not Gakupo. She dreamed of soft, short blond hair and not coarse, long purple hair like she should. She smiled at Len, making up her mind.

"No, Len," Miku said. "I wouldn't push you away."

Len smiled - that dazzling smile - and kissed her.

Miku had dreamed many times of being in love. She imagined affectionate kisses, silly arguements, and waking up to stare at their sleeping partner. She expected going through the most ridiculous situations, arm in arm, singing.

But she never imagined this fire burning inside of her. She never experienced this being with Gakupo.

And Len was the cause of all that. Everything he did from that kiss on seemed like magic. So much so that Miku had no sense of where she was or what she'd hear, all that mattered was that Len was with her, holding her hand or touching her. The only taste she was vaugely aware of was that of honey, spices and sunlight - Len's kiss.

A burst of pleasure, and then unconsiousness.

But as she fell asleep, she couldn't help thinking that this was somehow wrong.

Is it because of the marriage, or something else...?

When Miku woke up, the first thing she saw was a spot of white on her finger. Upon further examination, she saw that it was a ring that looked somewhat like a lily.

Where did I get that? she thought.

Then the events of the last six hours replayed in her head. Len kissing her...and then they went to the abandoned bed-and-breakfast...into the black and white room...and then...

Then...

Miku blushed as the memories flooded back. That wasn't supposed to happen unless she was married. She had committed a huge sin...and yet she was okay with it. Perhaps that's what love is; no matter the consequence, no matter who jeers and who jabs, the two would always have each other.

It was then that she noticed the blue and white roses on her pillow.

Breath hitching in her throat, she picked up the blue rose and ran her fingers on one of the petals. Instead of the softness she expected, she was greeted by a strange texture...

"Oh, you're awake," she heard Len say. She saw him walking into the room, sitting with her on the bed.

"You got me these roses?" Miku asked, holding up the two roses.

"Well, yes. And I'm sorry that they're fake," Len said sheepishly. "These were all I could afford. But I think they're better, anyway."

Miku blinked curiously at him. "Why?"

"Because," Len said, eyes softening. "They may be fake, but they can never die. Kind of like my love for you."

Miku wanted to cry, holding the fake roses tightly to her chest. The roses may have been fake, but these emotions running through her body...they were real.

"But my parents," Miku said. "And Gakupo. What will they think?"

"You can run away with me," Len replied, eyes burning with resolve. "You won't have to face your parents or Gakupo. If they're pressuring you to do this, you don't need them! They don't understand that being human is about discovering and feeling and living as if you'll die tomorrow. We could travel the edges of the world, taste things we've never tasted...and we'd have each other. Come on, what do you say? "

Miku stared wide-eyed at him. Run away? Her parents would be devastated, and Gakupo would surely be angry. Could she really take Len's offer?

"Miku?" Len asked, worried about Miku's lack of an answer.

"All right," she said, smiling. "I'll go with you. You say that life is about discovering and feeling and living...I want that. And I want to experience all of that with you. I love you. And nothing will change that."

Len grinned, hugging Miku.

"Thank you, Miku," he whispered. "You don't know how happy you've made me."

Miku smiled as they kissed again.

She definitely could do this.

Reader, do you know the history of the blue rose?

For years, many florists could only dream about saying they've seen a genuinely blue rose. But alas, roses cannot naturally be blue - the beautiful flower does not have the proper pigmentation for such a color. But there are two ways to create a blue rose, one of them coloring naturally white roses blue with a natural blue dye. Others - meaning the most expert of gardeners - are able to reproduce the traits for the blue color using genetically modified techniques.

But the result is so worth it. Some say that the blue rose represents something - or someone - whose fate is only meant to be a dream. Other regard the rare rose as a symbol of a love at first sight that turns unrequited. But no matter who you hear its meaning from, the emotion coming from receiving one is the same. Let me explain: when one goes on an impossible journey, their hearts are filled with such elation and love that they want to cry, shout and holler, "Look at me! I did what was considered impossible!"

These feelings and so much more are represented by the blue rose.

I love blue roses, although the yellow ones with red edges are my favorites.

I got the information about the blue rose in this web site:

http : / / www . buzzle . com / articles / blue - rose - meaning . html

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