The second bit.

The girl pulled out a small book from her bag.
Pages had been torn from it, to write notes.
You could call this book a diary, but it was too old, too scruffy and the entries were to sparsely written to be classed as anything official. She just wrote her feelings in there every once and a while, but never, ever, would she let anyone see it.

There was a storm last night. I watched it.
Funny things, storms, when the world seems so dark and scary.
You wonder if it'll ever be right again.
If the storm will pass.
We long for that moment, when the sun breaks through the clouds and warms the world.
Letting everything know that the darkness has gone, comforting the Earth with its rays.
Until the next storm comes.
For me, the sun brings no comfort, no warmth, no hope.
My days are nights and my sky is always that dull shade of gray.
The static sticks in the air like it does seconds before that first lightening bolt strikes, keeping me on edge all the time.
The air is thick and heavy, making my lungs feel like they're filled with lead.
And my heart.
My heart?
Do you call it your own when it belongs to someone else?
Your heart beats in time with the raindrops, collapsing around me.
Bringing my world with it.
Come back.
Come back to me and bring my sunshine with you.
You were my hope, my warmth, my comfort.
Come and chase away these stormclouds.

Her writing was stoppped by a tear hitting the page.
"Like the rain"
She whispered to herself and she wiped her dark ringed eyes.

"You need some sleep my girl"
The girl unsheathed her blade and pressed it to the throat of the person who had interrupted her "moment".
"What do you want?"
"You cry now?"
She peered up at him through her hair.
"Leave me be would you? I want to be alone."
"Oh, you are alone. Aren't you?"
The girl's eyes dropped for a moment of sadness, but she quickly hid the expression with a laugh.
"Never. I will always have you hounding me, won't I, Takezo?"
She lowered her sword and looked at him.
"You never cry over me."
"You never deserve it."
She grimaced as he placed his hand on her cheek and brushed away a tear.
"Leave."
He nodded and left the room, leaving her alone.
As she had requested.

Who requests to be alone?

The girl sat down and looked out of the window.
Storm clouds were gathering.

The Start.

"The beauty of the world has two edges. One of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.
- Virginia Woolfe.


The girl sat alone. As she did most nights. Her knees pulled close to her chest, her chin resting on them softly.
A breeze rustled the grass and she looked up to the stars.
Always alone now.
She thought.
Alone and surrounded by people.
A smile flashed across her face at this thought, as she had always considered that saying to be a cliché.
And she was far from a cliché.

...

Or was she?

She lay back in the grass and her eyes gazed upon the night sky. She used to adore the silent twinkling of the stars but now the very sight of it filled her with sadness, yet, she still looked.

Loving you is like trying to touch one of these stars, I know I never can quite reach you. But I like to think I can try

She sighed.
Not a cliché, yeah, right.

Where had he gone?
Why had he left?
How could he leave her like that?
Didn't she mean more to him?

"Didn't I mean more to you?!"
She stood up and yelled into the night.
"He'll come back for you."
The girl span, her hand on the hilt of her starstabber.
"He will"
The girl raised and eyebrow and turned her back to him.
"If he returns for anyone"
She peered over her shoulder,
"Surely he'll return for you?"
And with that she took off into the night she was so fond of.