Very Yukari/George, very ooc. I know that it probably wouldn't happen, but I can dream, can't I? First fic in this fandom, and constructive criticism would mean a lot. No flames, please!
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
WhenOn her wedding day he sent her blue flowers. She wondered, but didn't question.
For her honeymoon he sent her two tickets to his play- front row, no less. She cried, but she didn't leave.
When her child was born, he sent her a blanket, a light shade of teal that was her favorite color. She questioned, but she didn't answer.
When she signed onto Signet, the biggest agency in the country, he sent her a painting of a scene from Paradise Lost- a memory, a reminder. She hung it in her room, and looked at it every day. She remembered the past, but stayed in the present.
The day Hiro and she had that huge fight, and the house began to seem cold, he sent her a dress, a beautiful fairytale dress that told her that she was a princess. It still had his scent. She mumbled a broken thanks to no one as she buried her face in it, but she didn't let herself cry.
When the pen left the paper, and she watched her ex-husband walk away with her daughter's hand clutching his, he sent her the butterfly ring. As the tears fell, she wished, but she didn't hope.
When her empty house was too much, and she couldn't take it and ran, randomly plunging into the streets of Tokyo, he came. And as she rested in his arms, not knowing how or why, only that he was here, she smiled, but didn't speak.