Memo: Hehe, my last chapter was really, really short. But this one is longer…And hopefully better ;) R&R, please? Ooh, and thanks to those who reviewed for my previous chapter. And thank you for the suggestions. I will be writing from each main character's point of view as the story progresses. :) I'll continue writing…IF YOU REVIEW! (:

CHAPiTRE TWO

-Porcelain Doll For Sale-

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"Sophie, I know how much you mean to me."

"I'm sorry I doubted you."

"It doesn't matter. I know that half of which you say never touched your heart."

"You think so, Howl?"

"I won't let you wait long. Have faith in me. And Sophie…"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

" I … I know."

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Half of which I've said never touched my heart? Does that mean he hasn't believed in half of what I've said?

I trust that she is devoted, but --

I didn't say I love him. I didn't say I'd wait for him. But he must've known how I felt, right? It shouldn't be because that --

She didn't say she loves me. Does that mean she probably won't wait for me?

- - -

'Tis the menacing trait of misunderstanding.

And he left without one final look across his shoulder.

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- To Where He Searches For His Love -

Summer quickly gave its way to autumn. The rustle of leaves on trees during windswept summer days was replaced with the generous crackle of sudden movement of feet on piles of diluted, yet golden leaves. The purified river of Anatine soon bloated herself with unwanted visitors from nearby trees.

In the far distance, the crackle of leaves changed from a munificent crackle to a hurried shuffle as a pair of black boots scattered across them. Panting, an alluring young man hurried himself towards the direction of the famous town of Anatine. His breathlessness was in harmony with the quick rustling of dry leaves. The man's luxurious blond pants with a touch of red lining blended in with the scenery surrounding him. It took him the entire morning to comprehend in which outfit to present himself with today. Which, of course, was also why he was late for a rendezvous. His hair was typically black as a raven, and touched his shoulders with gentle tickles.

How you look visually to another being is vital. That was his theory.

Passing through the narrow streets of the town, a familiar smell of freshly baked goods caught his nose. Instinctively, he turned to his right and was greeted with a nice mack on his head by a wooden sign.

Ahh... Mr. Gavin's Bakery.

He was about to continue his journey to the Church of Anatine when, not another pleasant smell, but a gracious object caught hs eye.

A beautifully crafted Porcelain doll erected behind a large window. The realistic features of the doll made him stand on his ground. The Blonde hair was most attractive. It reminded him of his previously famous hair colour. Its eyes were abnormally large and blue, but it looked striking while accompanied by the sunshine reflected through the glass window.

He smiled with great affection.

Looks exactly like a special someone. It looks ... unerringly like her.

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- At Where Her Love Cultivates -

The church bell rang its habitual sacred dong, signaling the arrival of two o'clock in the afternoon. The church building is exceptionally vast in height. In fact, the Church of Anatine is where worshippers from around the globe congregate and pray.

This is also where Elise lives.

Elise was not born an orphan. Until the age of three, she lived in agreement with her brother and her mother, Lynhea. Elise' parents were divorced. Thus, Lynhea looped herself constantly of the troubles in raising Elise and her bother alone. Egoistically, Lynhea untied her worries of sacrificing her liveliness by dropping Elise on the steps of the Anatine Church. That night, Lynhea left the naïve girl in the hands of her friend, Sister Carrene, and disappeared into the darkness on which the moon did not have compassion upon with her son.

Elise, now at the mature age of seventeen, escaped from her worries and sadness. Elise was more gorgeous than any of the ladies whom resided in Anatine. She often asked Sister Carrene about how her mother looked, to which Sister Carrene always replied with warm smile.

She said, " You look fairly different from your mother. She had eyes that bent like the moon when she smiled. Her features are well-placed but no different from anyone else. But your eyes, Elise, your eyes are large and strangely filled with liveliness. It's as if such events had no affect on you…" She would trail off but later smile and continue. " Your mother's hair was of a dark hazel, with the diminutive appearance of yellow. Your hair is especially golden with absolutely no mixture. But you have the exact same nature of lips as Lynhea – Small yet placed just the right distance from your nose. Even without composition, you look like the perfect porcelain doll."

Elise would laugh.

Porcelain dolls look rather frightening at night.

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Memo: Okay, I have to stop here at this chapter. But I'll get to the puzzle piece that puts this whole story together XD. It might not make enough sense to some people to understand what I have here right now, but hopefully most are… comprehensive of what I'm trying to say :P Please R&R!