Disclaimer: I do not own Mars or any of the characters. :o....I wish I could own Tatsuya....but I don't and prolly never will! T_T
Her delicate fingertips traced a pattern in pastel across the canvas. She curved her wrist along with her fingers and stared longingly at the may colors. She finally stood up and stepped back a couple of feet to behold the angelic image of a man whom she loved. The young woman only managed a crooked smile as she signed the picture. A half-hearted smile wasn't enough, however, to stop the glistening tears from rolling down her pink cheeks. "Rei. Where are you?", she murmured as she fell to a heap on the ground. She wrapped her arms tightly around her knees and let herself be washed away in tears.
Kira sat covered in a warm cotton blanket on the couch, flipping through the few channels on her old worn-out television. Nothing seemed to be of interest to her, so she turned off the screen and simply lay down on her back with her hands folded politely on her chest. Kira closed her tired eyes that were already reddened from crying. Finally, the lonely girl fell asleep. Her dreams were not pleasant, and another tear fell down one of her cheeks as she slept. Kira felt so protected with Rei around her, and now that he was gone, she felt completly empty of happiness and vulnerable as well.
It was around noon, and the sun was shining brightly through the uncovered windows, waking Kira. Slightly irritated from being waken during her resting, Kira sat up and rubbed her eyes, then noticed that she still had pastel and paint on her fingers from the night before. The faucet of the small kitchen sink squeaked, followed by a gush of warm water. The warmth of the water only reminded Kira of the warmth of Rei's hand when he held hers. Suddenly, it felt as if a warm blanket was being wrapped around her; a hug. Her eyes widened, and just as she turned around in hopes of seeing Rei, her eyes eased at the sight of nothing but a couple of kitchen cabinets.
Her delicate fingertips traced a pattern in pastel across the canvas. She curved her wrist along with her fingers and stared longingly at the may colors. She finally stood up and stepped back a couple of feet to behold the angelic image of a man whom she loved. The young woman only managed a crooked smile as she signed the picture. A half-hearted smile wasn't enough, however, to stop the glistening tears from rolling down her pink cheeks. "Rei. Where are you?", she murmured as she fell to a heap on the ground. She wrapped her arms tightly around her knees and let herself be washed away in tears.
Kira sat covered in a warm cotton blanket on the couch, flipping through the few channels on her old worn-out television. Nothing seemed to be of interest to her, so she turned off the screen and simply lay down on her back with her hands folded politely on her chest. Kira closed her tired eyes that were already reddened from crying. Finally, the lonely girl fell asleep. Her dreams were not pleasant, and another tear fell down one of her cheeks as she slept. Kira felt so protected with Rei around her, and now that he was gone, she felt completly empty of happiness and vulnerable as well.
It was around noon, and the sun was shining brightly through the uncovered windows, waking Kira. Slightly irritated from being waken during her resting, Kira sat up and rubbed her eyes, then noticed that she still had pastel and paint on her fingers from the night before. The faucet of the small kitchen sink squeaked, followed by a gush of warm water. The warmth of the water only reminded Kira of the warmth of Rei's hand when he held hers. Suddenly, it felt as if a warm blanket was being wrapped around her; a hug. Her eyes widened, and just as she turned around in hopes of seeing Rei, her eyes eased at the sight of nothing but a couple of kitchen cabinets.