Daine here. This is most likely going to be part of the upcoming sequel to The Love of a Rose. I wrote this back around January. I was REALLY depressed at the time. Things were going pretty bad and I needed to relieve my anger and stress, and I did it in writing. Maria is feeling was I was feeling at the time..... since she IS based on myself. Don't worry, I didn't try cutting myself...I'm too much of a coward to do that...but I did write it XD
Maria was standing there in her room, the window open, causing her curtains to billow as the breeze hit them. She had gone up there, skipping dinner, not wanting to be around anybody. Her stomach didn't cry for food, in a way, it understood about her want and need to be alone. By herself...except with her knife.
She brought the knife up in front of her face, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Do they even notice that I am not there!? That I'm not eating with them? No, they wouldn't care, because I'm useless. I can't do anything." She whispered to herself and to the gray, shiny knife in front of her face.
She held the knife in her right hand, and she slowly, fearfully, brought her left hand up, a centimeter away from the blade, almost touching it.
"They won't miss me," she said and touched the blade to her wrist with all the intentions of cutting it.
"Here goes," she said, closed her eyes, and pressed the blade down. A moment later, she reopened her eyes and looked at her wrist. There wasn't even so much as a mark gracing her fair skin. She looked quickly to her right hand in surprise and found that the blade wasn't there.
"Why?" she heard a familiar voice ask. Looking around, Maria didn't spot the person whom she KNEW the voice belonged to.
"Why!?" she whispered back fiercely, "because I don't belong here! I can't do anything and I'm so alone!!" she said, fresh tears rolling from her red and stinging eyes. Suddenly, she felt two arms wrap themselves around her waist and she was pulled backwards. When Maria looked up, she was looking into the face of Kurama.
"Do you feel alone now?" he asked in a whisper, a soft smile lighting up his face. Maria blushed and looked back down, not wanting him to see the rosyness of her cheeks.
Kurama put a hand gently on her cheek, caressing it as she leaned into it for support. They stayed like that not for long however.
Maria abruptly sat up and turned around, grabbing the front of Kurama's shirt, crying. He let her tears fall and soak his clothes as he held her gently in his arms.
"Why?" she sobbed.
"Everything seems so horrible!" Kurama simply kept his arms around her in a warm and comforting embrace and she let her eyes run themselves dry.
Suddenly, Maria remembered whos shirt she was crying into and she immediately let go. She then made a move to get off the bed on which they sat.
"Wait," Kurama said and took hold of her wrist with a tight, but she hurting, grasp. He stood up off the bed in front of her. Maria looked at him inquiringly as she looked up as he slightly reddened face. Then, in what seemed to be only seconds, Kurama wrapped his left arm around her waist and pulled her forward to him.
He put a hand to her chin and raised it so that they looked at each other in the eyes.
"Don't ever feel alone, because I will ALWAYS be here with you," he said and gently, tentatively brushed his lips on hers in a gentle kiss. It wasn't a very long kiss, just a small first kiss between two lovers.
When Kurama broke the kiss, Maria looked at him, blushing furiously. They just looked at each other and held in other in their arms.
