A/N: OMG! I FINALLY updated! (dances around like a fool) I'm so happy! Thank goodness for four day weekends! I know a lot of you have been waiting for another chapter and now you don't have to wait anymore! WHOOT! Read and Review as always please! Be My Valentine is back in action! (That sounded so corny… I'll shut up now TT)

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Carys Walker's Thoughts

February 7, 2005

I stayed at Mom's grave until about early evening I think. I barely felt the rain pounding on me, soaking me through and through. Dad wasn't home again, which wasn't at all surprising. But what was surprising was that the idiot Yzak Joule left me a message on the answering machine twenty time and sent me e-mails ten times more than he should have. Damn I feel so crappy right now… it is SUCH a good thing I'm at the HOSPITAL (note the use of sarcasm there. I HATE them)! Why? Well, Lacus called me on hysteric pills or something saying that Stellar was in the hospital. So I left, cursing, and drove to the hospital, sympathizing with how Stellar would feel. Then I found myself sitting in a damn uncomfortable chair outside Stellar's room, trying to look sober (so I had a couple sips out of Dad's liquor cabinet before Lacus called. So what?)and not like I'm going to drop dead. How I regret sitting out in the freaking rain…

I wondered what happened. Judging by how everyone seems to be directing their glares at Shinn, I assumed it's something he did. And he looked like he was gonna die soon. Whether it was from nervousness or guilt, I can't really clarify. I'd say it's a pretty damn good mix of both!

And then the nurse came over to me with a thermometer in her hand. I hate hospitals so much… she told me I should be hospitalized. So, naturally, I told her, "DAMN YOU!" And she went and thought I was crazy, now convinced I needed to be kept overnight!

Lacus and Miriallia told that evil bitch to hospitalize me! Some friend they are! Cagalli was the only one pulling for me!

Hah, at least the dumb room as a freaking TV in it. And at least I'll have some familiar company. Stellar's on the bed beside mine, currently sleeping. There is absolutely nothing to do, which explains why I am writing! I truly do hate hospitals. You know what? I think I'll go exploring! Beats sitting on this bed with nothing to do!

An hour later

It's sorta funny how your mind remembers the memories you thought you got rid of so clearly. When I got out, I just wandered around, and my feet led to guess what? The wing with all those newborn babies in it. I wondered if anybody else was suffering like Mom did years ago. But every one of them seemed so peaceful and healthy. Well, all except one anyway. I remember everything so clearly. How I stood on this very spot, with Mom and Dad inside, as the doctors rushed about around my brother's incubator. The doctors couldn't save him, and maybe that's why I hate hospitals so much… because they couldn't save my brother, because they couldn't save Mom.

Then I realized, a baby was on an incubator, and there was a little girl watching it intently beside me. This is how our conversation went:

So I asked, "Is that your brother?"

She looked at me and nodded. "Yeah. He's been there for a day already. Mommy promised to name him whatever Lizzie wanted," she said enthusiastically. "The big man in white coat told Lizzie that my little brother was in a special crib because he's special!"

Funny they told me the same thing. "What did you want to name him?" I asked.

"Lizzie wanted to call him Ken!" she answered, smiling. Her front tooth was missing, and she looked like she was a kid getting a birthday present. "Is your brother in there, lady?"

I forced a smile. "I wish. I wanted to name him Ken, too," I replied, clenching my fists.

"Why are you crying?" the little girl asked. "Mommy told Lizzie not to cry if my brother goes away. Did your brother go away?"

"Yeah. He went to a faraway place with my Mom," I replied, biting my lip.

"Your Mommy is probably happy she's with your brother! Mommy told Lizzie, that when Baby Ken goes away, Lizzie should be happy for him and that Mommy and Daddy will always be with me!"

"My Mom… didn't say that," I shut my eyes tightly.

"But your Mommy loved you!" the little girl, who I by now assume is 'Lizzie', tilted her head.

"No, she didn't," I answered.

Lizzie held my hand and smiled. "Maybe your Mommy thought she couldn't love you enough. Mommy told Lizzie her Mommy couldn't love her enough so she had to go. Mommy told Lizzie that she'd be different, and that she'd love Lizzie and stay with Lizzie forever!" she paused and looked up at me. "Your Mommy is probably happy with your brother! She's watching you right now! Mommy told Lizzie her Mommy was always in the sky watching her!"

"Is that so?" I wiped my tears off and knelt in front of her as that evil nurse rounded the corner and spotted me.

"Carys Walker-san! You shouldn't be out! Get back in bed, young lady!" she shrieked.

I shot her a glare and turned to Lizzie. "You be a good girl, OK?" I asked, patting her head.

"Will you come back tomorrow?" Lizzie asked me.

I nodded. "I'll be back here tomorrow," I answered.

And that was it.

I keep wondering, would things have turned out different if it was me instead of my brother? Would Mom still have killed herself? Would my brother have to suffer through the same thing?

Stellar Loussier's Day

February 7, 2005

I'm at the hospital, and I guess Carys-chan was sick, too. I feel better, but my heart's still broken. It's funny how you never realize the obvious until something bad happens or until it slaps you in the face. I've been in love with my best friend. I didn't realize it until today. When I fretted about what to wear, when I waited in the rain for him, hoping he'd show up, and when I refused to talk to him earlier. And I hoped he'd feel the same.

I wonder if this is what Lacus-chan feels? Loving someone who has been there all your life? She's so sad yet she hides it with such flawlessness no one can see it. She cries every night, but acts so happy no one would ever guess. I envy her. She's such a strong person. She withstood her pain for years and me… I'm already dying. It's amazing what a strong will she has.

Looking out, it's still raining. I wonder if it's raining because I feel sad. My tears fell like the rain back there on the street. I wonder if it would've been better off if Milly and Dearka-chan never found me. Then I wouldn't have to feel this way, right? I wouldn't have to feel my heart break every time I saw Shinn.

Even though it might not be me he chose, I still can't help but wish he'd be happy. Maybe that's why love hurts. Because you can never hate that person.

Kira Yamato's English Assignment

Kira Yamato

February 7, 2005

Ayame Kita-san's Class

320-Word Assignment

Fine Line

People say there is a fine line between love and hate. Could there also be a fine line between friendship and love? A love that blossomed into a flawless rose that I have failed to take notice of? A love so carefully and painstakingly concealed yet its scent so strong, where is the boundary between the two? The heart that I hold, yet I know not what to do with.

She has been the figure through all my life, yet I saw her as nothing more than my best friend, a shadow shy of love. And yet… somewhere along the years, she has changed into a young woman of grace and beauty that many guys will not hesitate to date. Through that, I am still the one left with the responsibility of her happiness. Whether to carry it as a burden or to cherish it is the choice I have to make.

I don't know if I will cross over that fine line, the two are as different as night and day, one who I have known for all my life, and yet, know nothing about her at all. And one… who I have known for just a few days and already, there are a lot between us. I'm in-between, while everybody decides on my path, and the pink songstress has been burdened with the pain of that fine line. As much as I want to ease her pain, I don't know whether or not I should do so as a friend or something more.

The pain I felt at not knowing, and the betrayal I felt at the sound of her tears, I wonder why I felt. Opening my eyes to the affections she touched me with, I wonder what kind of effect it had on me. Do I love this songbird or do I simply want to cage it and break its fragile heart?

A/N: Heheh... short, I know, but please don't hate me! (runs to corner and hides) And PLEASE RnR. Reviews make me have more inspiration and they make my day, no matter how short they are!