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Dear Diary,
Saturday, August 14, 2010♥10:52 PM

Violin + Piano

Chapter 13: Little miss Maria

~*~

Little miss Maria cried as she held a lily

So white yet so filled with pity

In the bliss that comes so short

Her stomach has a hole – she’s shot

Fuyume looked at the lad infront of her, his messy unkempt blue hair was flayed in all directions. No it wasn’t due to gel and styling that he would have usually done but it was clearly the result of a bed night sleep. His once bright brown pupils were now clouded with fatigue and confusion. He looked at Fuyume as they exchanged looks. She sighed and he reached out to grab her wrist as though he knew what her next action would be.

Little miss Maria cried as she held a rose

With it’s oh so scarlet red tone

And its un-erasable sin that stained it crimson

The smile is the only suitable ransom.

“Listen to what I have to say.” Words flew out of his mouth, unstoppable and filled with impact. Fuyume froze as she stared at him. Her mind was filled with thoughts; it was zooming – literally – around her brain across the mental tracks of her brain. She was getting all tense up and nervous, her palm was sweaty and her forehead was trickling with sweat.

Little miss Maria cried as she held a violet

Her little dress turning scarlet

Falling into the dark abyss

Of a night without its starry glitter.

“I went…”

“Did you go to your aunt?” Fuyume asked straightly without sugar coating her words or beating around the bush. Aoi looked at Fuyume with a pondering look as though he was making a life changing decision.

“No.” Aoi said as he looked at Fuyume. Her eyes were shut and she was taking deep breaths. When she opened her eyes, tears were brimming, overflowing from the under lids that were half covering her eyes.

Little miss Maria cried as she held a lily

Pale white reflecting the sorrowful moonlight

As sorrow strum the strings on the guitar,

Her heart is constantly being pestered.

“Aoi lets end this.” Fuyume whispered as she looked painfully at the man seating opposite her.

“But…”

“Please… it hurts… its so tiring. Let’s just bring this to an end.” Fuyume smiled painfully as she stood up and was about to leave her seat when Aoi slammed his hand on the table.

“And why would it be tiring?! Is it not tiring for me?!” Aoi yelled earning stares from other patrons. Fuyume looked over at Aoi, tears now a subject to the law of gravity as it slipped down her cold cheek smudging her foundation and revealing her tear stained cheeks.

Little miss Maria cried as she held a crystal ball.

Within it laid a long red hall.

The hall of lies.

The hall of neither black nor white.

“Aoi…” Fuyume begged. Her voice wearing thin.

“Is it because of somebody else?” Aoi asked; hurt clearly evidently being present in his soft demanding tone.

“Little miss Maria…” Fuyume whispered loudly. Her hoarse voice was now audible as her lips moved. Aoi stared at her as the familiar phrase was repeated in front of his face. He watched as she turned and walked out of the fast food restaurant.

Fuyume looked at the dark sky and felt tears coming. She heard the glass door slam and her name were hollered breaking the silence of the cold night. She continued walking. Her knee high boots clicked after her and the hem of her black double breasted trench coat swayed as she walked down the street. She could hear his footsteps echoing through the quiet street. She increased her speed as she broke into a brisk jog. She finally slowed down when she heard nobody following her. She walked through the street, pass passerby as she kept her gaze forward. As she entered a small alley, she felt her legs give way.

“Little miss Maria…” Fuyume whispered as tears cascaded down her cheeks. She curled into a ball as tears flowed down continuously just like how the snowflakes spiraling down from the dark sky.

Little miss Maria

Had a sordid affair with the dahlia.

At the same time was with the white

She crawled around with the pain sitting beside.

+END+

A/N: HAHA!! Finally complete~ Whats with the “Little miss Maria” thingy you may ask. Oh well, just for fun of course ;P anw, I changed the topic from Athrun and Cagalli to now Fuyume and Aoi. :D:D. Take Care and review yeah! Merci~

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