"I hate you Ruka!" the aquamarine woman screamed out into the empty house, "You left us all alone and I hate you for it!"
The woman screamed again as she fell to her knees and started to pound the soft fabric of the carpet beneath her. It had been two months since that tragic day and the sea goddess was still flooded with memories of the blonde haired racer. She tried her best to forget everything that happened between them two, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't. Her scent on their silk sheets still intoxicated her senses, her touch still tingled on her porcelain skin, and the images of her beautiful face still adorned her memory. It pained her to think that after a long days work of playing the violin, she would come home to the warmth of her lovers arm and the scent of oak and jasmine pleasuring her senses only to be disappointed by reality. She cursed reality while silent tears began to roll down her flushed cheeks as she began to imagine the racers arms slinking around her waist with the blonde placing butterfly kisses along the crook of her neck. She tried to shake the image from her head but it was too burly. It was like the blonde was still there.
Getting up, Michiru brushed off her blue and pink sundress as she made her way to her master bedroom. She peered in and saw her "daughter" sleeping as she held the picture of her "Papa" close to her form. The black haired girl also had tear stained cheeks, matching her "momma's" as she slept.
The sea goddess hated seeing her little Hime-chan sad and walked over to the girl; cradling the girl in her arms. It was just them two now. No more smells of bacon bombarding their senses on Sunday mornings or the fast, yet dangerous, car rides that followed. It wouldn't be that smooth voice flooding their ears as a feather light touch accompanied it. It wouldn't be anymore endless nights of pleasure filled whimpers echoing throughout the house as the little dark haired girl slept soundly, suspecting nothing. It was just the sea goddess and her Saturn. Alone and poignant, wishing that their infamous racer would walk through the front door. Even if it would be just one last time.