Author's note: This is my first fan-fic and I'm a bit crazy so be kind. I've forgotten to say in the first chapter that Ray, Mariah and the others are in their twenties.
Chap 2: House of Flying Daggers
When the others had left, Ray sat reading a newspaper in the armchair near the fire while Mariah was mending his shirt. Suddenly he spoke up: "Do you want to see House of Fling Daggers at the cinema?"
Mariah looked up from her work
"I still got some housework to do," she said.
"Oh, come on, Mariah, don't be such an old maid!" Ray moaned.
Mariah frowned. If it wasn't for her acting like an old maid, their house would be a kennel by now.
"Oh, alright. I'll prepare myself."
She left the room and started climbing up the stairs. Caught in a sudden grief, she let herself fall on the steps and put her head in her hands. Why doesn't he understand? Mariah asked herself. He spent time playing Beyblade with his friends and never thought about her, about how she felt. Had he forgotten that they were playmates too? But now her existence was reduced to a mere house wife. A sudden vision, a hidden memory occurred her.
-----------------flash back--------------------
On a sunny day, Mariah was walking out of the supermarket, her hands full of groceries, when she spotted a young man about her age sitting on a bench on the opposite side of the road. His appearance caught immediately her attention. His dark hair was kept short but two locks framed his unshaved face. The front strands were highlighted in burning red. He was wearing sunglasses. The kind that shielded the owner's eyes from the others but who reflected other people's gaze. He was holding a red leather book in his gloved hands (motorcyclist type). The clothes he wore translated the idea of someone cool, dark and dangerous: a thin black shirt which was opened at the chest, showing lots of necklaces, gothic type and his boots were spiked. Before she could see more, the bus arrived and she got on.
She found him at the same place each time she dropped to the supermarket. At first, it kinda frightened her but she soon get used to it and his presence became for her something indispensable. He also reminded her of someone she couldn't name. Was it a friend of the pass, or was it just her imagination playing a trick on her?
-------------end of flash back---------------
Mariah wore her pink lace top with white trousers to the cinema. Ray simply wore his v-neck navy T-shirt and jeans. Mariah sighed at Ray's hopeless taste. It was still light when they arrived at the cinema, a clear summer night. Only a few breeze caught your breath from time to time. They bought popcorns and settled themselves in the front row. Mariah liked the film. It was about a girl who fought for the revolutionaries but fell in love with a man working for her enemies. But this girl already had a lover from her childhood. Mariah gasped at the resemblance between the girl's situation and hers. At the end, she died. Mariah didn't know what the destiny reserved for her but she surely didn't want to end like the heroine.