AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay…here is story number four. I don't own any of these people, and I never will.
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Ok.
Anyway…please read and review. My e-mail address is:
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Give me seven reviews, and I will put up a serious story about Cait Sith.
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That one will be fun.
One more thing, then we can get this show on the road:
Jeni, this story is for you…you know why...
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I see you there.
Standing there, hugging him.
Why?
I don't understand.
Velvet.
I see the stream of velvet, that ribbon of velvet that I gave you that you always wore in your hair.
It flutters in the wind, as it holds your hair back, to keep it from blinding you as you try to live your life.
Lucrecia…
Is it because I act soulless? Is it because I have to keep my emotions hidden away, so carefully hidden so that no one can hurt me, can take advantage of how I feel and use it against me?
Why did you turn away?
I don't want to live my life without your love…
I know I am cold, I know that I rarely show a loving glance towards you, I know that I am not perfect, I know that being a Turk hurt us…
But why did you run away? Why did you run away into his arms?
The wind dies down, and the velvet ribbon falls down limply on either side of your ponytail. I step back, trying to move away, trying to block this sight from my mind.
I can't see this…I can't…I can't handle it.
A crystal teardrop slides down from my eye, tracing its path along my nose and it perches itself delicately at the end of it. Perches…kind like a snow drop flower over a cliff's edge.
After what seems like an eternity, it falls.
Down.
Down.
Down…
It splashes onto a single blade of green grass underfoot, struggling to grow.
The blade bends, as the crystal teardrop flows down it, until the blade is almost touching the ground.
The drop reaches the blade's end, and falls onto the ground, where it mixes with the soil to form just a droplet of mud.
The sun dries out the mud instantly, as if it never existed, as if that teardrop never existed.
I try to smile but I can't.
I close what little of my heart that Lucrecia had begun to open. Close it, and seal it so thoroughly that no one can ever enter, or even get close to opening it again.
I only want what will make her happy…even if it is not me.
I can never love another, for I know I will never find another girl like her.
Cold…
I am soulless.
Love is foolish, and only for fools.
Velvet…
Will she keep that velvet ribbon I gave her? To remember me by?
It does not matter…
Not anymore…
I am soulless.
-fin