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How fickle death is. A conclusion to life's fleeting collection of moments. Destiny's hand has a ruthless touch.
Today is another sore reminder that the woman she loves is unattainable. Michiko is untouchable.
It's February 18th, another dreaded anniversary Michiko and her true love are separated. Every passing day Michiko misses her husband dearly. Yearns for him, one could say, and Mary's heart is china in an earthquake. Trembling. Cracking. Shattering each time those grief-stricken charcoal eyes ignite with tears and their ever-burning flames dwindle to cinders.
Tears that will never be for her.
And all Mary can do is watch in choked desolation, hand soothing her back and fingers carding through obsidian hair as the geisha's frame is racked with an incurable case of anguish.
Cupid, sardonic and cynical, speared her through the heart with an arrow laced with unrequited misfortune, and now she's bleeding. She can't breathe. She's at Cupid's mercy - she always has been.
But if it means Michiko's hands will forever stay furnace-warm in hers until her very last breath; if it means Michiko's shoulders will be her resting place; if she'll only ever love her as a friend, maybe it will one day be okay.
Because she's always been there. Not once has Mary's name left her painted lips oozing that noxious gossip that haunts her. Maybe that's why she adores her so. Maybe that's why fragments of infatuation are jammed at the bottom of her lungs and sinking to the pit of her stomach.
Michiko will never love her the way she wants her. She knows. She knows...
And even though she'll never be allowed to scream her affection from the rooftops for the entire world to hear, Mary doesn't need the whole world to love her, because Michiko is a whole world to love right here. If only their time together on this Earth wasn't so fleeting. If only life wasn't so fickle.
I was overflowing with you, she wishes she could cry, I was a waterfall!
But she can't. She won't.
She never will.
And once they leave the manor, it will all be over.
Perhaps in another life.