August 28, 2010.
Impatience
"War is a delicate thing: it requires precision. It requires timing."
She was restless. She didn't want to wait. The world was cruel, to force her to. He would have alleviated this restlessness, by laughing at her gently and chiding her without malice.
One tear, filled with impatience.
A/N: I make her seem rather childish, don't I?
Sunshine and laughter and dead butterflies~
Sweethearted.