Uhmm....same warnings as the last chapter and the chapter before that, if you haven't read them by now, you're a poor confused child ^_^ But I love you anyway for reading my fic!
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Haruka tucked her hands into the pockets of her khaki pants to keep from fidgeting, looking around for any sign of Michiru. She pulled back the sleeve of her cream coloured blouse, checking her watch. Still early. Damn. She shoved her hand back into her pocket, leaning back against the large tree Michiru had said they would meet at and glancing around at the park.
It was surprisingly quiet, for a Saturday. Only a few people strolled along the winding paths, just a solitary couple sitting under one of the other large trees dotting the landscape. The afternoon sunlight drifted down through the tree branches onto her, forming small puddles of light on her face and clothes.

She turned quickly to face the speaker behind her. It was Michiru, her hair tied back into a low ponytail with a black ribbon, a soft blue sun dress that matched her eyes drifting to and fro on her thin frame in the slight breeze. Haruka's breath almost escaped her right there and then. She managed to force her lips into a small smile, hoping her eyes weren't too wide. Michiru returned the gesture, smiling with a grace that, until then, Haruka hadn't thought possible.
I'm glad you came. The shorter girl said softly.
It's...not a problem. I didn't have anything planned. Haruka replied. She mentally cringed. God, not a minute into the conversation, and she was already making a fool of herself!
Walk with me? Michiru asked.
Haruka nodded dumbly. A walk in the park with Michiru? She didn't even think she physically had the ability to say no.
The two began to walk, side by side, in silence. Haruka twisted the small silver ring on her pinkie nervously. Michiru had something to say, so why couldn't she just say it now, instead of torturing her like this? God, sometimes she hated her. Loved her most of the time, but sometimes...she just couldn't take the other girl's unending fountain of silent confidence. Haruka glanced over at her.
A sudden shiver struck her, and she paused for a moment. She thought she heard Michiru say her name, but she wasn't sure. Something was wrong...her body tensed, beginning to shake. Something terrible...Michiru's voice became more worried, calling her name again, but now she couldn't even see her. It was red, all red. Frozen figures were destroyed, crumbled into thousands of tiny pieces before her eyes; and above it all, a Goddess. Death herself. And then nothing at all.