August 7, 2010.
Playful Regret
"Right. Guessing games are over."
It was an endless round of questions, of answers, never quite fitting. She hinted and joked that she couldn't figure it out, that the chance was gone, but no one ever really supposed that she was actually serious.
One tear, filled with playful regret.
A/N: They'll get it eventually. Might take them until she's dead, but they'll get it.
Heartache and syrup nails and cold, cold stone~
Sweethearted.