Love Lemonade
by: Chiisu Y.
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Disclaimer: Gravi and it's characters are not mine, just so you know. Although I think you may have noticed already ^__^ Thank you all for reading this far, and a special thank you to all of my reveiwers. I would like to have 45 reveiws before I start chapter four though, so please keep them coming! ^__^
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Five years later
//Yuki//
"No! I still need you damn it! Come back, Shuichi . . . Come back . . . " I run frantically, trying to reach him, yet he remains just out of my grasp. He is always just out of my grasp. I can never reach an angel, no matter how hard I try. I seek him out with blind eyes, feeling my way around the darkness for something, anything, tangible. In my blind panic I can hardly hear him whisper my name, yet the voice comes clear. It rides softly on the wind, finding me and overpowering me.
"Yuki . . . Yuki." The melodious voice sounds.
My eyes unfold suddenly, becoming drowned by an overwhelming stream of vivid color. It was like seeing for the first time. All at once, everything was clear, touchable. My pain was lifted. Reluctantly, I allowed the voice to wash over me, cleansing my soul as it touched my heart and bathed it in a shallow light. My eyes drifted over the astonishing scene, filling with emotion that I hadn't experienced in years. I could see the grass at my feet as my head hung low, a lustrous green and breathtakingly real. As I begin to see this wonderful world in color, the light of my heart fills the sky in a glistening rain of radiance. Full of spirit as the sun illuminates them, the brilliant petals of the violets smile at me, their royal flowers coming to life and joining in song. The daffodils sang to me gathering with the peach blossoms in a sprightly dance. Each, seemingly snow covered, daisy would follow in a chorus, tossing back it's head to the butterflies, kissing them sweetly. In this garden I could hear the song of a waterfall flowing as a steady river through the earth, lifting up the songs of the flowers in joy. It's crystalline water poured around the scene, secluding me from the rest of the world and sheltering me from it's unspeakable terror. It was perfect, among the most wonderful sights I had ever witnessed, but there was still one better. That one sight would change everything. Shuichi stands ahead of me, as if to tell me to never look back. I cannot take my eyes off of him and so find myself doused in raw emotion. He reaches down to me, a ghostly hand barely brushing my cheek, and begins moving his mouth. Although I can't hear it, I know he is singing to me. I know he is singing the song of the flowers. Slowly, he drifts away, turning back to the bright cerulean sky. I cry as he vanishes, but he stops.
He turns over his shoulder, giving me an enrapturing grin, and then his rose-colored lips part whispering songful words past them. I want to be with him again, to feel the joy I once had. I want to hear the song.
Slowly, my pale eyelids flutter open. I glance over toward the pastel pillow next to me. It's empty. With a sigh, I run my hands through my locks then gaze into the morning sky. I recall his sweet smell, a subtle strawberry perfume that forever douses his skin and I can see his endearing smile, halfway covered by his pillow from snuggling it too much. I wait for him to lean to my ear and whisper those three words that I had heard from him since he had moved in seven years ago and that I hadn't heard since he left.
"Shuichi." The word pours mellifluously from my mouth. I savor each syllable on my tongue, praying that I could hear it again with him at my side.
All these years, I haven't been able to understand the lyrics to his song. Still, I so long to hear each word and know what he had been attempting to tell me in those haunting dreams. You see, he left me when I had thought he wouldn't dare. I had underestimated him. The man seemed as though he couldn't live on his own if he tried, he certainly didn't pass as the independent type. I said he'd be back in a few days, begging me to take him in. The rest hoped I had been telling the truth, even I did. For a while, I speculated he was at his best friend's house, living the good life. But in time, even Hiro didn't know where the little ball of energy could be found. They all blamed me for Shuichi's disappearance, yet none of them had considered that he wanted to be on his own. He did, right? Otherwise, he would've come back to me. He wouldn't have left a life of fame and fortune just to be alone. The very thought is nonsensical. So I supposed he was in pain, maybe injured somewhere and yearning to find hope. That was when I started a search. Everyone I knew was on the lookout for the pink-haired half-wit. In a year's time, everyone had told me it was a lost cause, that he was probably dead. In a year's time, I began to believe it. I found myself musing on my worth often, as a sort of admonisher to the atrocities I had committed. I vowed that I would even give up everything I owned if it were to bring my love back to me. I'll probably never hear him sing that infuriatingly angelical song to me, but it remains a lingering and beautiful dancing dream.
I feel my body racking with short sobs, starving for my darling to kiss me again, to tell me that everything is all right, just as he always had. I'm obsessed with him, and to be apart drives me crazy. For the first time in my life, I was truly alone.
Then, the phone rang, a reminder to the drudgery that I still had ahead of me. I wanted to tear it out of the wall and throw it across my room. Still, a ringing phone must be answered. So I got up. I don't remember what exactly made me want to pick up the phone, but I bring it to my ear nonetheless, awaiting whatever the irritating soul on the other line must say.
"Good morning Eiri. I have something to tell you and I think you should sit down for it." An abnormally feminine voice tells me. It is none other than Tohma, the son of a bitch brother-in-law who was and still is disgustingly infatuated with me. I want to reprimand the bleach-blonde offender, being sure to yank every strand of vexatiously pale hair from his head. For some reason, I had no trouble believing that he had the audacity to call at this hour. I glance over at the digital clock on my night stand and it glares back at me. 6:03am . . . damn you Tohma.
"Whatever, Seguchi. I'm sitting." I tell the nettling bastard. Of course, me being who I am remained standing and quite exasperated. "What do you want?"
My eyes widen as he relates the information. With no time wasted, my legs give way from under me, bringing me collapsing down onto the hardwood floor. I wasn't prepared for it.
"I'll be there soon."
//Shuichi//
Light, the source of all hope, the reason for life. It enraptures me, making me wonder about myself and about my past. My eyes cannot pull away. My heart cannot heal. All are questions I cannot answer myself.
I've become nothing. I've become a victim to the light, falling under it's spell. This room is unfamiliar to me. I don't remember being in it ever in my life, so that must mean that I've never been here. But if I've never been here, then why are they all saying that I'm home again? Why are people telling me that I'm back? All are questions I cannot answer myself.
This room is white. I have never been too fond of the color. At least, I think I've never been too fond of the color. I'm not sure anymore. Everything seems like that now. It's all white, plain and artless. I continue to stare through long brown bangs with hints of pink hair tangled in them. I continue to stare at that white, plain, and artless wall. The light glares into my eyes. It makes my skin look paler and my hair look darker. I hear a voice calling me. It's that black-haired woman once again. She was the one who told me that I was home. She brought me in this room and put me in this large shirt. The woman also tied back my hair. All of it won't go up though. I don't remember her name. The woman smiles at me, I stare back. She talks to me, I stare back. She laughs and touches my arm, I stare back. This game has gotten boring fast. I don't see why they want me here. I don't see why they think I belong here. All are questions I cannot answer myself.
She says that I'll be seeing someone today, someone from my past. I continue to stare at her, my eyes becoming tired with the brightness of her skin. She says my name is Shuichi and she keeps calling me that. I don't know, I don't care. She says that I'll be going home in a few days. They confuse me like that a lot. First they tell me that I'm home, then they say I'm going home. I don't understand any of it, but I continue to look attentive. I know she's lying from behind those brown eyes.
They say I'm mute, one of them says I'm just slow, assuming that just because I don't talk means that I can't hear. They say I have no memory of my past. I remain confused. I have plenty of memories, just not from any longer than three or four years ago. They don't know what happened either, so they can't act like it's my fault. The woman grins at me and tries to give me a book. She says the writer is the one coming today. I stare at her then I stare at the book. The lettering on the cover says "Snow". 'I don't want it, so get it out of my face.' I think silently. She stops shoving literature in my hands then pats my shoulder. Why she touches me, I'll never know.
She goes behind the door and gazes at me from the window. I hope it isn't one of those windows that you're not supposed to see through, because if it is, it doesn't work very well. I wait and wait for something. I'm not sure if I'm waiting for her. Maybe I'm waiting for the person from my past. I'm not sure I even care.
Soon she comes back in. She babbles for a while about how I should start some medications soon. I'm not sick, I'm just confused. Of course, they don't care. A tall man talks to her then she turns to me, smiling that idiotic smile and babbling on. The woman says that I'll see the man soon, the one from my past. Does she want some sort of prize or merit for telling me that? I want her to go away. I don't want to remember my past. It was too painful.
//Yuki//
I walk into a hospital of some sort, unsure of the name and where exactly I was headed. All I knew was that this wasn't a regular hospital. It was a mental institution. It gave me the creeps to be in a place like this. To think that my love was here, probably being watched like a hawk, made the dizzy feeling moderately worse. I walked nonchalantly to the receptionist desk, sure to throw a well planned scowl to any individual who dare bar my path. I fixed my plain black tie as I walked ahead, soon finding myself smoothing down my coat as well. I figured this outfit was good enough to see him in. A simple black suit, and a blue shirt for some color. After all, Shuichi loved color. I approached the desk and began my argument, I was not in the mood to deal with any slacking personnel today.
"Ma'am, I'm dreadfully sorry to bother you, but I'm looking for room 213. Perhaps you could point me in the direction of-" The excitable burgundy-haired woman bounded from behind the desk immediately, leaving whatever important paperwork she had been attending to. "Um..." I stared at her, part of me wanting her to cooperate, part of me wanting to run. Fans were almost always persistent and sometimes even violent.
"Wow! I love you so much, Yuki-sensei! Let me take you to the room. Please, oh please!" She whined. She pounced on me, latching to my arm and insisting on walking me to the room.
"Forget it, Kanna! I'll take you, Eiri-sama!" Another yelled from down the hall, walking briskly in our direction
"No, you don't Ayane, I saw him first!" The first girl hissed. "And will you keep it down? We're in a hospital!"
"I'm so sorry ladies, but I'll have to decline." I half-smiled charmingly. Shortly after I turned away from the bout, I cringed. I detest pushy fans.
"No! Look at what you did Aya, You made him leave!" The nurses continued to fight as I walked into the office.
"Room 213." I sighed. My golden eyes fixated on the number. This was a moment of truth. I had no idea what to expect. What if he hated me for kicking him out all those years ago? What if he wanted to forget about me? I didn't even know what he would look like. Things would be so different. Everything would be different. I wanted to forget him and everything he had given me. Although I had tried to forget, part of me knew he was still alive and that this day would come. It was all just a matter of time until I would see him again. Still, that didn't mean I was ready. So I closed my eyes and breathed deep, and after a few minutes of mental preparation, I let myself in. I would see him whether I was ready or not.
//Shuichi//
"Shuichi, someone is here to see you." The woman said softly. I glared at her. She had no business being in mine. I just wanted to get this over with. I wanted to be something again. After all that had happened, my memories were best left forgotten. The visions were so clear at the time, but now everything is clouded and dark. I'm seeking myself out with blind eyes, feeling around in the darkness for something, anything I can grasp. I recall kind smiles, warm kisses, and songs written and sung in the most angelic ways. This is all an extension of me. I am my past, yet without a past to uncover, I become nothing again. I despise this cycle.
I kill.
I die.
I come back.
I kill.
I die.
I come back.
I kill again.
The wall glares at me, taking my words and blinding me with my past. The florescent lights glower on me, making me remember things I have forgotten and things I want to forget. All of my secrets and dreams lay within those florescent lights. It is because of those lights that I can remember being here. Even when my thoughts are gone, I'll have those lights to remind me. I'm its victim, the light that is. Always, I find myself staring at them, hoping that they will bring me just one good memory.
The door sounds.
The woman smiles again then goes to open the door. She really is a half-wit.
"Shuichi, he's here." Her voice is calm and familiar. It's probably the only one I trust in this new place.
Almost mechanically, I turn myself to face the sound. My eyes go first, and then my head. I'm greeted with the sight of a man and the undoubtably strange yet sincere woman. They stand there, just as the walls do. The man isn't much to look at in my eyes, but he's most likely handsome to some. He looks incredibly skinny, unhealthy even. His hair seems of a dull golden blonde and is quite tussled. It's not half as unkempt as mine is, but fairly close. His skin is ashy and pale. It's not as toned down as mine, but almost there. He wears a lot of black, another color I'm not fond of. The only thing about him that keeps my focus on him are his beautiful and glistening hazel eyes. As he looks at me, I can see them filled with emotion and swimming with tears. He appears shocked to see me. The odd thing is, I'm not at all enthralled to see him. I really don't see how he could be crying over someone he's never met. Or maybe, it's me that has never met him. I find myself gazing, unable to find a name to match his face. Of course I wouldn't. He reaches down to touch me. Why must everyone touch me? I recoil a little. Why does he want to know me so badly? I say all I can. The only words I can find to aid me.
"Who are you?"
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A/N:
I told you that you would see some changes. Let's have a show of hands, who was expecting that? Anywho, I don't have an editor, so you'll have to excuse me if things sound a bit rough around the edges. I want to thank everyone who has been reading and reviewing. ::pets her reviewers:: Please keep em coming if you want to see a fourth chapter of LL, okay? okay! Thanks again!
Chiisu Y.
by: Chiisu Y.
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Disclaimer: Gravi and it's characters are not mine, just so you know. Although I think you may have noticed already ^__^ Thank you all for reading this far, and a special thank you to all of my reveiwers. I would like to have 45 reveiws before I start chapter four though, so please keep them coming! ^__^
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Five years later
//Yuki//
"No! I still need you damn it! Come back, Shuichi . . . Come back . . . " I run frantically, trying to reach him, yet he remains just out of my grasp. He is always just out of my grasp. I can never reach an angel, no matter how hard I try. I seek him out with blind eyes, feeling my way around the darkness for something, anything, tangible. In my blind panic I can hardly hear him whisper my name, yet the voice comes clear. It rides softly on the wind, finding me and overpowering me.
"Yuki . . . Yuki." The melodious voice sounds.
My eyes unfold suddenly, becoming drowned by an overwhelming stream of vivid color. It was like seeing for the first time. All at once, everything was clear, touchable. My pain was lifted. Reluctantly, I allowed the voice to wash over me, cleansing my soul as it touched my heart and bathed it in a shallow light. My eyes drifted over the astonishing scene, filling with emotion that I hadn't experienced in years. I could see the grass at my feet as my head hung low, a lustrous green and breathtakingly real. As I begin to see this wonderful world in color, the light of my heart fills the sky in a glistening rain of radiance. Full of spirit as the sun illuminates them, the brilliant petals of the violets smile at me, their royal flowers coming to life and joining in song. The daffodils sang to me gathering with the peach blossoms in a sprightly dance. Each, seemingly snow covered, daisy would follow in a chorus, tossing back it's head to the butterflies, kissing them sweetly. In this garden I could hear the song of a waterfall flowing as a steady river through the earth, lifting up the songs of the flowers in joy. It's crystalline water poured around the scene, secluding me from the rest of the world and sheltering me from it's unspeakable terror. It was perfect, among the most wonderful sights I had ever witnessed, but there was still one better. That one sight would change everything. Shuichi stands ahead of me, as if to tell me to never look back. I cannot take my eyes off of him and so find myself doused in raw emotion. He reaches down to me, a ghostly hand barely brushing my cheek, and begins moving his mouth. Although I can't hear it, I know he is singing to me. I know he is singing the song of the flowers. Slowly, he drifts away, turning back to the bright cerulean sky. I cry as he vanishes, but he stops.
He turns over his shoulder, giving me an enrapturing grin, and then his rose-colored lips part whispering songful words past them. I want to be with him again, to feel the joy I once had. I want to hear the song.
Slowly, my pale eyelids flutter open. I glance over toward the pastel pillow next to me. It's empty. With a sigh, I run my hands through my locks then gaze into the morning sky. I recall his sweet smell, a subtle strawberry perfume that forever douses his skin and I can see his endearing smile, halfway covered by his pillow from snuggling it too much. I wait for him to lean to my ear and whisper those three words that I had heard from him since he had moved in seven years ago and that I hadn't heard since he left.
"Shuichi." The word pours mellifluously from my mouth. I savor each syllable on my tongue, praying that I could hear it again with him at my side.
All these years, I haven't been able to understand the lyrics to his song. Still, I so long to hear each word and know what he had been attempting to tell me in those haunting dreams. You see, he left me when I had thought he wouldn't dare. I had underestimated him. The man seemed as though he couldn't live on his own if he tried, he certainly didn't pass as the independent type. I said he'd be back in a few days, begging me to take him in. The rest hoped I had been telling the truth, even I did. For a while, I speculated he was at his best friend's house, living the good life. But in time, even Hiro didn't know where the little ball of energy could be found. They all blamed me for Shuichi's disappearance, yet none of them had considered that he wanted to be on his own. He did, right? Otherwise, he would've come back to me. He wouldn't have left a life of fame and fortune just to be alone. The very thought is nonsensical. So I supposed he was in pain, maybe injured somewhere and yearning to find hope. That was when I started a search. Everyone I knew was on the lookout for the pink-haired half-wit. In a year's time, everyone had told me it was a lost cause, that he was probably dead. In a year's time, I began to believe it. I found myself musing on my worth often, as a sort of admonisher to the atrocities I had committed. I vowed that I would even give up everything I owned if it were to bring my love back to me. I'll probably never hear him sing that infuriatingly angelical song to me, but it remains a lingering and beautiful dancing dream.
I feel my body racking with short sobs, starving for my darling to kiss me again, to tell me that everything is all right, just as he always had. I'm obsessed with him, and to be apart drives me crazy. For the first time in my life, I was truly alone.
Then, the phone rang, a reminder to the drudgery that I still had ahead of me. I wanted to tear it out of the wall and throw it across my room. Still, a ringing phone must be answered. So I got up. I don't remember what exactly made me want to pick up the phone, but I bring it to my ear nonetheless, awaiting whatever the irritating soul on the other line must say.
"Good morning Eiri. I have something to tell you and I think you should sit down for it." An abnormally feminine voice tells me. It is none other than Tohma, the son of a bitch brother-in-law who was and still is disgustingly infatuated with me. I want to reprimand the bleach-blonde offender, being sure to yank every strand of vexatiously pale hair from his head. For some reason, I had no trouble believing that he had the audacity to call at this hour. I glance over at the digital clock on my night stand and it glares back at me. 6:03am . . . damn you Tohma.
"Whatever, Seguchi. I'm sitting." I tell the nettling bastard. Of course, me being who I am remained standing and quite exasperated. "What do you want?"
My eyes widen as he relates the information. With no time wasted, my legs give way from under me, bringing me collapsing down onto the hardwood floor. I wasn't prepared for it.
"I'll be there soon."
//Shuichi//
Light, the source of all hope, the reason for life. It enraptures me, making me wonder about myself and about my past. My eyes cannot pull away. My heart cannot heal. All are questions I cannot answer myself.
I've become nothing. I've become a victim to the light, falling under it's spell. This room is unfamiliar to me. I don't remember being in it ever in my life, so that must mean that I've never been here. But if I've never been here, then why are they all saying that I'm home again? Why are people telling me that I'm back? All are questions I cannot answer myself.
This room is white. I have never been too fond of the color. At least, I think I've never been too fond of the color. I'm not sure anymore. Everything seems like that now. It's all white, plain and artless. I continue to stare through long brown bangs with hints of pink hair tangled in them. I continue to stare at that white, plain, and artless wall. The light glares into my eyes. It makes my skin look paler and my hair look darker. I hear a voice calling me. It's that black-haired woman once again. She was the one who told me that I was home. She brought me in this room and put me in this large shirt. The woman also tied back my hair. All of it won't go up though. I don't remember her name. The woman smiles at me, I stare back. She talks to me, I stare back. She laughs and touches my arm, I stare back. This game has gotten boring fast. I don't see why they want me here. I don't see why they think I belong here. All are questions I cannot answer myself.
She says that I'll be seeing someone today, someone from my past. I continue to stare at her, my eyes becoming tired with the brightness of her skin. She says my name is Shuichi and she keeps calling me that. I don't know, I don't care. She says that I'll be going home in a few days. They confuse me like that a lot. First they tell me that I'm home, then they say I'm going home. I don't understand any of it, but I continue to look attentive. I know she's lying from behind those brown eyes.
They say I'm mute, one of them says I'm just slow, assuming that just because I don't talk means that I can't hear. They say I have no memory of my past. I remain confused. I have plenty of memories, just not from any longer than three or four years ago. They don't know what happened either, so they can't act like it's my fault. The woman grins at me and tries to give me a book. She says the writer is the one coming today. I stare at her then I stare at the book. The lettering on the cover says "Snow". 'I don't want it, so get it out of my face.' I think silently. She stops shoving literature in my hands then pats my shoulder. Why she touches me, I'll never know.
She goes behind the door and gazes at me from the window. I hope it isn't one of those windows that you're not supposed to see through, because if it is, it doesn't work very well. I wait and wait for something. I'm not sure if I'm waiting for her. Maybe I'm waiting for the person from my past. I'm not sure I even care.
Soon she comes back in. She babbles for a while about how I should start some medications soon. I'm not sick, I'm just confused. Of course, they don't care. A tall man talks to her then she turns to me, smiling that idiotic smile and babbling on. The woman says that I'll see the man soon, the one from my past. Does she want some sort of prize or merit for telling me that? I want her to go away. I don't want to remember my past. It was too painful.
//Yuki//
I walk into a hospital of some sort, unsure of the name and where exactly I was headed. All I knew was that this wasn't a regular hospital. It was a mental institution. It gave me the creeps to be in a place like this. To think that my love was here, probably being watched like a hawk, made the dizzy feeling moderately worse. I walked nonchalantly to the receptionist desk, sure to throw a well planned scowl to any individual who dare bar my path. I fixed my plain black tie as I walked ahead, soon finding myself smoothing down my coat as well. I figured this outfit was good enough to see him in. A simple black suit, and a blue shirt for some color. After all, Shuichi loved color. I approached the desk and began my argument, I was not in the mood to deal with any slacking personnel today.
"Ma'am, I'm dreadfully sorry to bother you, but I'm looking for room 213. Perhaps you could point me in the direction of-" The excitable burgundy-haired woman bounded from behind the desk immediately, leaving whatever important paperwork she had been attending to. "Um..." I stared at her, part of me wanting her to cooperate, part of me wanting to run. Fans were almost always persistent and sometimes even violent.
"Wow! I love you so much, Yuki-sensei! Let me take you to the room. Please, oh please!" She whined. She pounced on me, latching to my arm and insisting on walking me to the room.
"Forget it, Kanna! I'll take you, Eiri-sama!" Another yelled from down the hall, walking briskly in our direction
"No, you don't Ayane, I saw him first!" The first girl hissed. "And will you keep it down? We're in a hospital!"
"I'm so sorry ladies, but I'll have to decline." I half-smiled charmingly. Shortly after I turned away from the bout, I cringed. I detest pushy fans.
"No! Look at what you did Aya, You made him leave!" The nurses continued to fight as I walked into the office.
"Room 213." I sighed. My golden eyes fixated on the number. This was a moment of truth. I had no idea what to expect. What if he hated me for kicking him out all those years ago? What if he wanted to forget about me? I didn't even know what he would look like. Things would be so different. Everything would be different. I wanted to forget him and everything he had given me. Although I had tried to forget, part of me knew he was still alive and that this day would come. It was all just a matter of time until I would see him again. Still, that didn't mean I was ready. So I closed my eyes and breathed deep, and after a few minutes of mental preparation, I let myself in. I would see him whether I was ready or not.
//Shuichi//
"Shuichi, someone is here to see you." The woman said softly. I glared at her. She had no business being in mine. I just wanted to get this over with. I wanted to be something again. After all that had happened, my memories were best left forgotten. The visions were so clear at the time, but now everything is clouded and dark. I'm seeking myself out with blind eyes, feeling around in the darkness for something, anything I can grasp. I recall kind smiles, warm kisses, and songs written and sung in the most angelic ways. This is all an extension of me. I am my past, yet without a past to uncover, I become nothing again. I despise this cycle.
I kill.
I die.
I come back.
I kill.
I die.
I come back.
I kill again.
The wall glares at me, taking my words and blinding me with my past. The florescent lights glower on me, making me remember things I have forgotten and things I want to forget. All of my secrets and dreams lay within those florescent lights. It is because of those lights that I can remember being here. Even when my thoughts are gone, I'll have those lights to remind me. I'm its victim, the light that is. Always, I find myself staring at them, hoping that they will bring me just one good memory.
The door sounds.
The woman smiles again then goes to open the door. She really is a half-wit.
"Shuichi, he's here." Her voice is calm and familiar. It's probably the only one I trust in this new place.
Almost mechanically, I turn myself to face the sound. My eyes go first, and then my head. I'm greeted with the sight of a man and the undoubtably strange yet sincere woman. They stand there, just as the walls do. The man isn't much to look at in my eyes, but he's most likely handsome to some. He looks incredibly skinny, unhealthy even. His hair seems of a dull golden blonde and is quite tussled. It's not half as unkempt as mine is, but fairly close. His skin is ashy and pale. It's not as toned down as mine, but almost there. He wears a lot of black, another color I'm not fond of. The only thing about him that keeps my focus on him are his beautiful and glistening hazel eyes. As he looks at me, I can see them filled with emotion and swimming with tears. He appears shocked to see me. The odd thing is, I'm not at all enthralled to see him. I really don't see how he could be crying over someone he's never met. Or maybe, it's me that has never met him. I find myself gazing, unable to find a name to match his face. Of course I wouldn't. He reaches down to touch me. Why must everyone touch me? I recoil a little. Why does he want to know me so badly? I say all I can. The only words I can find to aid me.
"Who are you?"
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A/N:
I told you that you would see some changes. Let's have a show of hands, who was expecting that? Anywho, I don't have an editor, so you'll have to excuse me if things sound a bit rough around the edges. I want to thank everyone who has been reading and reviewing. ::pets her reviewers:: Please keep em coming if you want to see a fourth chapter of LL, okay? okay! Thanks again!
Chiisu Y.