FORGIVE ME! My computer deleted this chapter without my permission ;)

Moving on, I found some pretty good inspiration for when these two oblivious love-birds are older…but god dammit, this is moving so slow :P But still, I'd rather move slow and get everything in there instead of getting to the good part and missing a whole crap-load of stuff.

Enjoy :) I will, from now on, leave out the disclaimer…it's tedious and unnecessary. You guys know that I only own my OCs, right?

As to Jeannie Black about the chapters (and I'm sure other's are wondering) I'm aiming at anywhere above 20 or 30 chapters…I'm not exactly positive xD I never write out a plan or an outline for these things. Everything you know is what I know ;)

"Don't be surprised if I'm not here tomorrow…"

Mira, 14 years old (Heyyy! Tarrant wasn't supposed to be 15 in the last chapter…my bad…)

As I fell asleep for the first time in days, I dreamt. I dreamt of the boy sitting just a foot away from me, maybe closer. I dreamt of telling him that I liked him- no, loved him. I dreamt of us living our life together. But as I dreamt, I felt someone sit down on the edge of my bed. It was Julia. I knew because she smelled of blue. Blue…blue smelled like rain, like a lake, like blueberries. Blue was a sweet smell, and blue was one of my favorite smells. So as Julia sat on my bed, I couldn't help but inhale deeply when her hand stroked my face. I shifted my knee into her side a little so that she knew I was awake. She pressed her thumb into my cheek very gently and I knew that she understood.

What I didn't expect was what she asked Tarrant next.

"You like her?" she asked, all calm and innocent. I stiffened the slightest bit, hoping Tarrant wouldn't notice. Why would she ask that? Did she know that I liked him? And, more importantly, did he like me? I was hoping he would say yes, but at the same time…I was hoping he just wouldn't answer.

"What do ye mean?" asked Tarrant. I wanted to laugh- he knew exactly what she meant; he just wouldn't admit that he knew.

"I mean exactly what I said. Or, even, I said what I meant. It's the same thing, you know. Now, do you- Tarrant Hightopp- like my sister- Mirana of Crims. It is honestly a very simple question, yes or no answer-"

"Aye."

"Excuse me?"

"Aye. I like yer sister. Now stop buggin' meh about it!" I wanted to scream out in joy at his answer! Of course, that would blow my cover. So what did I do? I reached under the covers and pinched my arm to keep quiet. But the whole time, I was biting the insides of my cheeks, trying not to smile. The next hurdle was to tell him that I liked him as well.

When I woke up the next day, I felt a million times better. That was good, too, considering my lessons were starting in about an hour. I rolled out of bed, ignoring the slight headache that was still there. I trudged towards my bathroom, ran a comb through my hair, and ran a bath. As I undressed, I tried to avoid looking in the mirror. I hated how I was so thin that you could nearly count my ribs. I hated how my hair fell limp against my shoulders and how my arms were so tiny that you could see the bone of my elbow nearly poking out of the skin.

When I stepped into the bath, I let myself sink to the bottom of the 2 foot deep tub. As I slowly ran out of oxygen, a scary thought ran through my mind.

Wouldn't it be easier on everyone if I just stopped breathing- right here, right now?

I waited for as long as I could, but I broke through the surface and gasped for air. I smoothed my hair behind my head and pulled my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them. My teeth started chattering, but the water was hot- so hot that my pale skin was turning red. I let the tears fall freely from my eyes as I tried desperately to rid myself of the idea. I kept gasping for air because I couldn't seem to keep a straight breathing pattern for the time being. Before I could even wash myself, I stood and grabbed a towel, wrapping myself tightly in its fluffy warmth.

I stepped out of the still-filled tub and looked in the mirror. I almost freaked out- my hair was white, my lips dark red, my eyebrows black, my body tall and skinny- paler than normal. My face was long and thin compared to the round one I was used to seeing. My eyes were large and brown, but much lighter than usual. My breath came in short gasps as it had in the bathtub. I moved slowly, watching myself in the mirror, as I tried to find my hair brush. I ran it through my hair and pulled it in front of my face so I could see it.

It was brown.

As I stepped out into the hallway, still not too sure about my hair color, I grew more and more worried. How would these lessons go? To keep my mind off of it, I thought of my six impossible things for the day. I said them aloud, seeing as no one was around me.

"One- I can enjoy these lessons today. Two- my hair is brown and white. Three- Iracebeth is waiting for Stayne to propose. Four- I can get over Tarra's death. Five- I can figure out how to play that instrument. Six…six…" I repeated, over and over again. "Oh well, I'll come up with it later, I suppose," I said, cheerfully. As I passed Julia in the hall, I noticed that she was ecstatic. I did a double-take as she walked right past me, smiling at her obvious joy. I could only begin to imagine what she was thinking right now.

Thinking about that, my thoughts drifted to Tarrant. My arms rose so that my hands rested just above my shoulders without my thinking about it. My eyes closed and I began to hum that slow song, the one from what seemed like so long ago. As I hummed and remembered, I started dancing through the halls, all by myself, with no one to accompany me. I was one person dancing for two, sometimes taking on Tarrant's position, and then switching back to my own. I couldn't bring myself to care when people started staring- I was too busy enjoying myself. It was when someone started clapping that I stopped and opened my eyes.

"Very nice! Now, would you care to come with me and start your lessons, young lady?" asked my mother. I felt a blush darken my face as I ducked my head and followed her; all thoughts from the bathtub had vanished.

I'm sorry, but I have to end this chapter here…I'm taking another break from writing, this one probably much longer than the last…I'm sorry :( It's just…really serious right now…I don't have the right mind-set to continue writing for the time being.

Sorry again…