Series: Lover's Sky
Title: Crimson Night
Author: Melanie M./Shai/Misty AKA SailorFireStarr@aol.com/SSailorUranuss@aol.com
Archive: please ASK if you want to archive it.
Pairing: just read to find out
Rating: PG 13/NC 17
Disclaimers: I don't own Popular or anything attached to the show and I'm making absolutely nothing off of this fic. Well, accept for maybe feedback Oh, and the poem is mine!
Warning: This whole series is short, short stories so be warned.
Comments: I need feedback. Remember, FEED ME! This is in Brooke's POV. I'd like to dedicate this to Aeryn because the whole time I was writing this my muses kept harassing me to put you in the fic. They finally settled on a dedication and a shout out so I hope you like! Enjoy!

She told me. The words I've waited so long to hear. Now I feel no worry. Now I feel no pain. Now when my sister is home and my lover is in my arms to stay. I rest now because she's given me all that she can. She's given me her heart.

I can feel her when she's miles away and how I've waited for her to say she love's me. Now on this crimson night I see her smile at me with grace and wonder who I pleased up there to be given such a blessing. I know that she's not perfect, for none of us may be but in my eyes she's as perfect as she can be.

Her actions in the past may have tattered her soul and sheltered her heart with stone but forgiveness will mend her and love will break away the stone that has seized her emotions.

She tells me that I've kept her alive, feeling in this world of pain and now I realize that she has done the same. It was never clear to see. Never clear to her or me. Nor meant to blind us as most love does but meant to be found within time and used to heal our wounds.

I find now, through rhymes and riddles that I love her more than anything in this world. She brings out a part of me, a poetic optimist, that makes me free. I know that only time can tell and some would say I'm green but wise, however I have much to learn and I know that she'll be by my side.

I know that life will throw its weight around and hit us with all it may but somehow now that doesn't faze me because I know there are days where sunshine seems lost and hope is fleeting like rain in the desert sun (shout out to Aeryn Sun!).

She is my fire
I am her light
With love
With pain
We hold no spite

To tell you that I love her would be less than it really is but those are the words that say what I feel. The only words I hear at night that she whispers when she holds me tight. My crimson night.

In hopes that you find your fire or light beneath the crimson night,
Brooke