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Instant Message
By Keelah
"She's... she's alive?" I asked, relief flooding through my veins in barricading hordes.
A pregnant pause. And then, the dreadful, uncertain truth:
"I don't know, Sakura."
Chapter FORTY EIGHT
Brink of Uncertainty
12:10
The Sushi eatery was crammed with people, from children with their mothers to elderly seniors with their cranes that blocked the aisles, as everyone sought refuge in the luscious warmth of restaurants. The overwhelming aroma of seafood, hot rice and soup rose in the air while bowls and boxes of raw, grilled, simmered, steamed and deep-fried cuisine circulated the eatery on the supporting arms of practiced employees. I watched the calm commotion and continuously scanned the crowd, every so often flicking my eyes to doors whenever the welcome-bells would tinkle, only to be disappointed.
12:26
My fingers tapped on the ragged, wooden surface of the counter, counting seconds, minutes and hours. I let my gaze wander around the small homey scope in which I was situated, trying to ignore the small, interminable pangs of annoyance that sizzled within me.
12:42
I looked down again on my own empty table, eyeing the faint, colorless steam rising from the round lip of the teacup; the water, once boiling, was now at room temperature. A lady with a red apron uniformly tied around her waist noticed the cooling beverage and, without having to ask, refilled the half-empty goblet for the sixth time that afternoon.
1:15
Slumping back against the seat cushion, I wondered about how I must look right now, sitting here on my own: stupid, perhaps; lonesome, definitely; maybe even somewhat insane? My hand dropped on my handbag, feeling its unusually light weight, wishing I hadn't lost my phone.
1:59
Where the hell was she?
2:21
A sigh escaped from my lips. My left ankle throbbed. I rested an elbow on the tabletop and leaned against my palm. Seconds later, I shifted again. I ran a finger around the teacup's rim, felt the heat of the vapour tingle my skin, and sighed again. My legs swung to and fro beneath me. I blinked, fidgeted, sighed.
2:37
"Sakura?"
I jumped, whipping my head up.
"Oh," I exclaimed feeblemindedly, blinking with surprise. It wasn't exactly the company was expecting. "Hey."
"Hi." He leaned against the door frame, head tilted to one side, eyes evidently amused at my undoubtedly strange reaction. At the edge of his lips was a suppressed smile. He nodded to the vacant chair on the other side of the table. "May I sit?"
"Uh, yeah." I flustered, "Go ahead."
As confident as a tiger whilst retaining its feline grace, Sai seated himself before me. Meeting my eyes again, he plastered the same laughing smile on his face. "Strange. Last time I saw you, you were eating by yourself, too." I flushed. "Do you make a habit out of this?"
"Well, both times, you just happen to pop out of nowhere." I answered back, turning the tables around. I leaned forward, my eyes playfully narrowed into slits of suspicion. "Are you stalking me?"
A laugh, whole and velvety, escaped his lips. He shook his head as though the question was ridiculous, as if to say "You wish" which is just the tart, frank kind of response I expected. His hair shook in the process, causing a few jet-black tresses to fall over his eyes, two equally black pools orbs which bore into my own. He gave me no answer.
"So what brings you here?" I asked him.
"Superstore across the street." He gestured to the window on the far wall, a floor to ceiling sheet of glass that viewed the stretch of the road outside. On the other side of the lane was a massive one-story building, its deep red logo appellation visibly implanted above the multiply sliding glass doors: Safeway. "I'm on grocery-shopping duty," Sai explained sheepishly.
"So I haven't seen you in a while." I started, glancing at his unfilled hands, at the empty spaces beside his feet and the bare vacancy of his vicinity, "Like, in class. You never go to Art, anymore."
He raised an eyebrow. "Nice to know you missed me."
"Ugh," I glared at him, jokingly. "Your ego is bloated."
"Thank you," he grinned. "And I've been busy. We're doing more sessions and outdoor activities than class work."
I nodded, understanding. "Yeah. Well, I've been pretty preoccupied too."
Sai easily caught the sombreness in my tone. His smile was wiped away, replaced by the contortion of his features and a staring look of intensity. "What's wrong?"
"Uh," I backtracked, unprepared for the sudden expression of concern. "Well, a lot, I guess. But don't worry."
His eyes roamed my countenance, studying me. "You're upset." I shook my head. "Is this about Ino?"
I blinked, my thoughts halting. "Huh?"
"I know, it was awful. I mean, I couldn't believe it when I heard about it this morning..."
"W-what?" I sputtered, wholly bamboozled at the words and phrases coming out of his mouth. "I don't... I don't understand... what are you talking about?"
"Ino." He stated, as though the single, three-letter name explained everything. It did not calm the raging questions raved and swirled in my skull, but only rendered the tornado to gain size and momentum. "Isn't that why you're upset?"
I opened my mouth to speak, yet bewilderment prevented all coherent words from successfully being verbalized. He looked at me pitifully, mistaking my loss of words for something other than what it was: confusion; and supposing that it was something else: grief—though I could not at all conceive why he would make such an assumption.
"I don't... I—" I stuttered, "Why—why would I be upset?" The sympathy in Sai's visage then melted and formed into something else; he gazed at me with an odd, remorseful look in his arsenic eyes, thus bringing about in me a strange, jabbing sensation that I could not identify. What was previously irritation towards Ino spiralling in my stomach slowly developed into something else, something dreadful.
"You mean you don't know? I thought since the two of you were close, you'd know..." He paused. "The news was everywhere this afternoon."
"What news?" I demanded, desperate, exasperated, the pulsing of the blood-pumping organ in my chest pounding against my rib cage, thrashing about for absolutely no solid reason. "What happened?"
"The car accident."
I froze.
"Didn't you hear?" Sai questioned, "Her car spun off the freeway. She crashed into the ravine."
Stores, bistros, ambling pedestrians and advertising displays—the entire panorama gradually blurred into nothing more than a mesh of painted streaks, a rushing parade of colours and shapes in the corners of my vision.
Windows on either side of me were consisted of people, places and things turned into fleeting images and fast-moving pictures; it was the world at a stunning rapidity, an uncontrollable rush of happenings beyond jurisdiction. On the other side of the glass, I sat frozen in an instant of time; as life carried on outside, within me the seconds had temporarily halted in position, the arms of my clock unmoving.
Time elapsed in my surroundings, and I watched as it left me behind.
My foot remained steady on the throttle, pressing harder and harder without my knowing as each minute slipped away, knuckles whitening from my clutch around the leather wheel.
The Japanese restaurant hadn't been too far from my house, only a few blocks away. I'd run there, despite the aching sprain of my left foot, driven by haste and desperation, by the desire to be alone and for things to take a different turn. I was still wishing for impossible by the time I'd reach the pathway of the front yard, and by then I didn't know what came over me, didn't know what I was thinking. My brain was unclear, memories indistinguishable. I remembered running to the kitchen, seizing the silver entity atop the refrigerator and opening the garage door.
I'd turned the ignition before anything fully registered into my brain—it seemed nothing did at that moment—and soon I was gunning down the road.
"Call." I spoke aloud, eliciting a beep from the sedan's speakers as the installed system lit in activation. My voice quivered as I recited, "Dial seven, two, seven; eight, five, three, eight."
It rang, once...twice...
"Yeah?" came an answer on the third ring.
"Sasuke?" I asked, my voice a frail whisper.
"Who's this?"
"Sakura."
"...Sakura?"
"Some—something happened to Ino." This time, my words came out as a sob. Tears, ones that I'd attempted to repress the last few minutes, spilled out in hysterical blubbers, the salty droplets obstructing my view of the road. At the sound of Sasuke's voice, my resolve broke down, my facade shattered and my fear went on to overwhelm me. I cried, "Accident. She... fell—she just got her licence and then, she was driving and, and she was supposed to meet me but she never came..."
"Sakura—"
"Then her car, it drove off the road, and there was a cliff, beside it, and she fell, and it crashed—"
"Sakura, Sak—hey, calm down—"
"Her car, her car went over! She crashed below, and—" I wheezed, feeling a swelling ball of panic in the bottom of my throat, blocking inhalation. "Oh god, Sasuke, I just heard about it. I don't even... I don't even know if she's alive. I don't—"
"She's in the Medical Centre. Sakura, I can hear you wheezing. Just breathe."
"She's what?"
"I saw the news," Sasuke told me. "Paramedics rushed her to the emergency about an hour ago."
"She's... she's alive?" I asked, relief flooding through my veins in barricading hordes.
A pregnant pause. "I don't know, Sakura." Fretfulness returned, more overflowing than it was just moments before. I shut my eyes, willing to keep back the tears, but they fell anyway, dribbling insolently down my cheeks.
A beeping horn tore through my mind and ears.
Adrenaline knocked through me as I twisted the wheel, tires screeching beneath me as they fought against asphalt to make the sharp, sudden turn. The vehicle swerved dangerously close into the oncoming lane before I took control and brought it back in its respective track. Those around me veered off correspondingly, avoiding fatal collisions, followed by a riot of angry horns.
"What the hell was that?" Sasuke demanded.
"Nothing," I gasped as every nerve ending of my being crackled with alarming thrill, the sure residues of my near brush with death.
"I've been trying to reach your phone. Whose number is this?"
"It's the car's number."
"The car's?" Sasuke echoed, puzzled.
"Onstar." I babbled, "It's the vehicle's built-in phone line, my dad subscribed to it, for, you know, hands-free calling. It's safer that way, and—"
"Sakura," Sasuke interjected. I halted in mid-sentence, taking note of the sudden tautness in his voice, now rigid with displeasure, the undercurrents of frustration pulling beneath each syllable of my name. "You're driving?"
"I..." My voice faltered, failing me. "Yes, I was gonna head to the group home, to see you, but I... I just changed routes. I'm on my way to the hospital."
"Do you have a licence?"
"Um," I bit my lip, "No."
"Do you even know how to drive?" he growled, audibly aggravated. "Stop the car."
"But I need to get to the hospital!" I shouted at him, incredulous that he wasn't on my side, that he was worrying about me when Ino could have already been dead. I was alive. She might not be. "Ino's there! I need to know how she is. I don't even know if she's still breathing. Don't you understand that? I need—!"
"I won't have you getting into an accident of your own," Sasuke thundered, his tone commanding and resolute, leaving no room for negations or resistance. "Stop the car."
Breathing harshly from the outburst, I stepped unwillingly on the brakes. I wanted to yell, to bawl my eyes out in opposition, yet all that escaped my lips was a small, childish sob and a hiccup.
"Sakura," Sasuke spoke gently, having heard my sounds of fragility. "Did you pull over?"
I nodded my head, though I knew he couldn't have seen the gesture. "Yes." The word came out as nothing more than a defeated murmur.
Sasuke heaved a sigh of relief. "I'll pick you up," he told me, soothingly, tenderly, as though I was a child needing comfort, as though I would break if he was even a decibel louder. Though he wasn't in the car with me, I felt him, felt his words wrapping around me like an envelope of his arms. "We'll go to the hospital, okay? I just want you to wait for me. Where are you?"
I told him the intersecting streets.
"I'll be there in a few minutes."
True to his word, he came. My knight always did.
"Ino?" Sasuke inquired from the lady on the front desk. "She came in this noon."
"Last name?" queried the woman grimly, hands and fingers already readied over the dusty keyboard. Sasuke turned to me for assistance.
"Yamanaka." I forced out of my lips.
"Yamanaka, Ino." she repeated with a drawl, typing away without a trace of concern. She pressed each key with careful ease, in such a slow, languid manner that I wanted to slug her and tell her to hurry up. Without a spare glance at our direction, she monotonously enumerated the information we needed: "She was transferred to the Trauma Center. That's the wing to your left, down this hallway in the Intensive Care Unit."
"So she's alive?" I blurted.
The woman sent me a sidelong peek through her thick-framed glasses. "They wouldn't be intensively caring for a person who's already dead."
Sasuke fired a lethal glare in her direction, silencing her with the single look of warning. She backed up, subtly leaning back into her seat. The woman sat blinkingly, probably wondering what had just happen as she watched Sasuke lead me away with a shielding, guiding hand on my back. Though a cruel bitch, I sympathized with her; after all, I, too, knew how it felt to be the receiving end of that same angry, Uchiha glower.
In the midst of my worry for Ino's safety—the fear in not knowing a clue about her condition at the moment, or how she was doing—and the smothering helplessness that ballooned in my chest, threatening to explode, I found myself smiling at Sasuke's subtle but protecting gesture.
Any trace of a smile or any smidgen of temporary joy I'd felt was immediately quenched at the sight of the Yamanaka's.
As the elevator dinged and Sasuke and I stepped off the platform, Mr. and Mrs. Yamanaka jolted out of their seats almost instantaneously and ran to greet me. A smile was plastered forcibly on their faces at my attendance, though the pleasant expression had failed to achieve their eyes—which remained a solemn blue, the ocean's hue at the heart of a storm, dimmed by clouds hovering overcast.
Willingly their arms extended and held me consolingly close, albeit anyone could tell it was them who needed the solace. It was their daughter, after all. I hugged them back just as tightly, but wasted no time in asking, "How's Ino?"
"She's in surgery," Her father stated with a balanced voice, and I nearly collapsed with relief if Sasuke had unclasped his hand on my back.
However, from the reddened rims of Ino's father's eyes and the dried traces of tears that had no doubt cascaded down his cheeks, I knew, inwardly, that he was broken into splinters. Ino had always been a daddy's girl. "She's been stabilized," he went on, remaining strong for his wife and daughter, taking the role of a pillar for his family. "But her condition's critical. She didn't suffer major fractures, but it's her head..." He paused, recomposed himself, and continued, "She hit her head. Hard. But the doctors wouldn't tell us the extent of the impact."
"She just got her licence too..." Mrs. Yamanaka whispered, falling into another frenzy of weeps, as if talking about it relived the horrid facts about Ino's unsteady state. She leaned into her husband as he wrapped her in his arms, pulling her to him and away from the misery of it all. From sight of them crumbling before my eyes, I decided to dismiss the conversation; I'd ask a doctor when one appeared, but I couldn't draw out more details from Ino's parents, not them. That would be too cruel.
"We tried calling your phone." Her mother told me once her sobbing had calmed a bit. "You wouldn't answer. We left a message at your house. Your parents aren't home?"
"They're on a trip." I elucidated, "And I lost my phone, just last night." Sasuke sent a glimpse at my direction, but said nothing. "You two should sit." I began to pilot them toward the sitting area, where a large square of systematized chairs and low, linoleum tables were situated. "We can wait here for an update. Sasuke, what are you—Sasuke?"
I glanced back and found the raven-haired boy frozen in his tracks. Though his visage remained an expressionless slate, the slightest taint of shock reflected off his amused eyes, a pair of jet-black orbs which stared raptly at something past my shoulder. Following his gaze, I all but did a double take at the huddled shape seated on a green, cushioned seat in the middle of the lounge. The manner in which he sat, leaning forward with hands clasped before him and elbows propped on his knees, was rigid with controlled apprehension.
I batted an eyelid, wondering if this was an illusion somehow, and sent a quick look in Sasuke's way for any clarification of some sort; although he appeared to be just as baffled as I was.
"Is that...?" Sasuke began.
"Shikamaru?" I called.
The figure lifted his head in response as surprise flashed in his eyes for one fleeting moment, before darkening once again. He stood up, nodding once. "Hey," he muttered.
I peeked at Ino's parents, both of who, unlike Sasuke and I, were astoundingly unaffected by the brunette's company. As they passed, I caught the grateful look of Mrs. Yamanaka at the boy's direction and Mr. Yamanaka's acknowledging nod, as though already familiar with each other.
"What are you doing here?" I questioned as soon as Ino's were out of earshot, withdrawing to a corner of the room where they brooded in silence.
"Same as you," Shikamaru replied. His gaze flicked at Sasuke, whose eyebrow raised in question, visibly entertained. The brunette looked away, the skin of his cheeks now slightly flushed. "I'm here for Ino."
"But...why?" I asked, widely bewildered. "I mean, you don't even know each other."
"You're the one who set us up at the food court," he reminded sarcastically, "remember?"
My cheeks warmed, and I felt caught. "She told me you talked. But that was once." I paused, eyeing him. "That was once, right? Or did it happen again without me knowing?"
He shrugged. "Did you know we're family friends? Our fathers went college together. Weird, huh?" I stared at him. "So, we... we hung out a couple times."
My eyes opened and closed rapidly, and opened and closed again. Blink, blink. There were so many degrees to which hang out might have indicated, and I was surprised this had unfolded right under my nose. I guess I'd been more preoccupied than I'd thought. "But what about… Temari?"
His brows rose. "How did you—keeping up with gossip, are we?" Beside me, Sasuke let out a low chuckle. "We're broken up, I mean that was months ago. We've both moved on."
"But you just met Ino, like, last Tuesday. And you didn't even like each other at first."
"Yeah, well, things change." He flicked a glance at me, and then at Sasuke, before finally landing his eyes to where the Uchiha's hand still lay on the small of my back. Within the same instant, the warmth of his palm disappeared. Shikamaru raised a brow as he said, "You two should know."
"How did you know about the accident?" I asked steering back on topic. "How did you even know before I did?"
"Who do you think drove her to the licensing office?"
I gawped, grasping the indication in his words. "You were with her?"
"Yeah," he confirmed, shifting uneasily from foot to foot. "I saw the crash."
I remembered the exchange with the Rogue the previous night, remembered his words as they toppled over each other in surging waves that invaded my mind.
You think, just because your family is safe, that there is no longer anyone close to you that I can hurt?
Shikamaru's eyes then intensified, growing grimmer, graver, as he told me the words I already knew:
"It wasn't an accident."
You think that will stop me?
Shikamaru
"Her car was pushed." Shikamaru asserted, "I saw it."
And he could see it even now, playing before his eyes, the memory a recurring segment of a film on replay. He saw the wheels of her front tires spin uncontrollably, surging forward from the force applied by the large red vehicle at the car's rear.
"I was on the sidewalk. I wasn't in the car with her after she got her licence." Just saying it filled him with another shot of regret. He should have been. He ought not to have left her on her own to drive down the undulating highway, especially with the patches of black ice that was in the most unexpected locations.
"You weren't?" Sakura prompted.
He shook his head. "We had places to go to. I had... to do the groceries. We take turns doing the shopping in the house. It's my turn this week." He halted, noting the peculiar blankness that had came over the pink-haired girl's countenance. Shikamaru supposed it was due to the lame, pathetic degree of his excuse. She gathered herself a moment later, shaking away whatever reverie she'd been caught in. "So, anyway, we decided to just split up."
Only a few hours before the incident he had promised her parents that he was to take her home safely after the appointment—except she'd told him she was meeting Sakura to celebrate, and he on the other hand, had some errands. Therefore, he broke the initial agreement and let her go on her own.
They parted ways. He watched as Ino ducked into the driver's seat and pulled out of the vehicle's parking slot; she waved at him, white teeth glistening in a grin, blue eyes glinting like the ocean under the sun, before manoeuvring her father's car out of the building's driveway. He was still watching as the BMW merged into the thoroughfare and rounded around the bend; as it suddenly jolted forward and skidded, rubber tires failing to grip the ice; and, ultimately, he watched as the automobile broke effortlessly through the railing, as though the bands of steel were made of flimsy paper.
In the bat of an eyelid, the car was gone, already over the edge and plummeting down the ravine.
Strangers, curious spectators, had tumbled out of offices and stores, drawn out by the startling noise. Their chaotic thuds of running feet and frantic exclamations echoed stridently in the background, but only the thumping of his heartbeat, his voice straining a futile cry of her name, and the deafening roar of crashing metal, glass and rocks were all that resonated in his skull.
It was possible that the second vehicle had gone berserk as well, and he'd thought of that possibility, gone through it in his head a dozen times. However, the more he mentally reran the event, the surer he became that the Hummer had had utter control even as it rammed to the fore, thrusting Ino's coupe closer and closer to the sheer drop—at the bottom of which awaited immense, razor-sharp fragments of unbreakable rocks and deathly boulders.
Throughout his years Shikamaru had wrestled his way through many hardships, whether those be in the form of dangerous people, impossible situations or irresistible addictions, as have most—if not all—of the guys in the program. Nevertheless, the thought of being helplessly caught inside a two-thousand pound machine accelerating at an astounding rate, plunging several feet below to the ravenous, rocky jaws of the earth, as the ground rushed up for one, massive swallow, had him shuddering to the bone. Thirty to forty feet, the cops had said. It was the height from which she'd fallen.
People, dilemmas and addictions, he could handle; gravity, however, was an unstoppable, uncontrollable force beyond man's control.
Yet at the fact that it was Ino who had to face such an experience, he was overcome with an even worse feeling. He'd rather it be him than her...
—His thoughts came to halt, this most recent notion surprising him more than anything else. He had never been one to sacrifice; too troublesome, he always considered it to be. But now...
"Did you tell the police?" Sakura inquired as he told them all this—excluding, of course, that very last fraction. He had kept that certain part of his deliberation inside his head as a silent account.
His head swung from left to right in response to the girl's question. Negative. "I tried. But... I was the only one who saw. People only came out when they heard the crash, after Ino went over." Everything had happened so fast. "The vehicle was gone by then."
"Did you get the plate number?" Sasuke asked, speaking for the first time.
"No, I—no. I was too shocked—" He clenched his fists. "I didn't. I should have."
"Don't worry about it."
This did not console him at all. "The cops didn't believe me when I said it wasn't an accident. They think I was making it up 'cause I'm angry, or that I'm in some kind of shock. They're calling it an accident, that the other car just drove off in fear." He shook his head. "But that's bullshit. I know what I saw."
"Can't forensics do anything?" The question came from Sakura.
"The car's a total wreck," he told her, "It'll be pretty hard to find any damage that might have happened before the fall. Plus, I'm not exactly in the greatest position when it comes to cops. They wouldn't take my word for it. That bastard, Genma?" He motioned to the Uchiha, who nodded back. Shikamaru knew that he, too, was... well-acquainted with these officers. Sakura's eyes shifted back and forth between them, evidently clueless. "He was there. You could imagine how that turned out." Sasuke nodded again in understanding.
"The thing is," Shikamaru said, going back to the matter at hand. "I can't imagine anyone who would do this, who would want to hurt Ino. But then..." But then he remembered Sakura and that time at the food court, how distressed she always was, and how, coincidentally, death and disaster seem to be at her tail, at every place she graced with her presence. She was there when they found out about Karin, then Suigetsu, and just recently: that HLA instructor, Watkins or something. He knew she and Ino were close, and was well aware of the fact that Ino had been on her way to meet her cherry-headed best friend that noon before the fateful occurrence came to pass.
It didn't take his genius brilliance to connect the pieces and solve the conundrum.
"So now I've got this craziest thought, Sakura," His gaze locked onto viridian pools, reading her fidgety movements and the remorseful glaze of her eyes like an open book with large-print letters. "That Ino's accident is somehow connected to you." Lowering his voice, he continued, "Weird, huh?"
Sakura looked away, refusing to meet his eyes. "He pushed her, didn't he?" He asked her, "This is his doing, right? That guy who's got you so wound up, that guy who's stalking you. He hurt Ino to get to you."
The girl before him opened her mouth to speak, but stopped when her lips trembled. Her eyelashes glistened with threatening droplets. She was shaking all over.
Sensing her discomfort, Sasuke wrapped an automatic hand on her arm, and Shikamaru watched with mild amusement as Uchiha fluidly hauled the girl's brittle figure behind him. The raven-haired planted himself between her and Shikamaru, severing the unwavering hold of his eyes on Sakura's. Delicate emeralds were no more, and presently in their place were two cutting stones of solid onyx, hard and defensive, staring evenly back at him.
"What the fuck are you implying, Nara?" Sasuke demanded, taking control so Sakura wouldn't have to. "Don't you dare point fingers at her when you don't know anything."
"Whoa," Shikamaru recanted, shaking his head repetitiously and stepping away from the Uchiha. "Back off. That's not what I'm saying."
"Then what are you saying?"
"I want to help you get this guy," Shikamaru said. "Whatever's going on..." with his tone resolute, and determination amplified, he voiced his resolve:
"I want in."
Author's Note: Please don't dial the number above in hopes to call Sasuke. X)
My computer blue-screened, then no internet for weeks. AND THEN...ready for this? Drum Roll please! I've beeeeeen... Plagarized. Plagairized? Plaigarized... Plagiarized! (holy crap. I never even knew how to spell the word 'til now.)
It's upsetting. Authors spend hours and hours writing, and for someone to spend half a second to "copy and paste" and claim our hard work as their own... is hard and hurtful. I put time, effort and love into these chapters. THANK YOU to those who realize that, who constantly review and encourage me, who ask permission if they would like to use this story in any way, to those who support me.
&Thank you so much Rawrchelle and My Hopeless Romantic for letting me know! I love how authors here look out for each other. Lol
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Keelah.
P.S. Oh my...I just read Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice (such big words. I swear I spent more time on the dictionary the reading the actual book), and then watched the 2005 movie (Kiera Knightley's), and omg... SWOOOOOON.
My gawd, I want my own Mr. Darcy!
