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"Melanie-!"

Turning around shocked she froze.

"Ha-Min Lee," she paused. "I hope you know I thought the world of you." She took his dirty shoes and they tore apart her insides. Banged it up inside. "I still do. You're the painting and I'm Edward Hopper-- except destitute of virtue, beauty. Nothing my blue heart desires."

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Are you really going to marry him?

1941, oceans apart. Eight years missed. But, a mama is still a mama.

"Are you really going to marry him?"

"Yes-" "Now, Naimori,"

"I know mama bu-" "do you want kids?" Mizuno paused for a second. "Does he want kids? Does he even speak Japanese? Honey,"

"I wouldn't mind a daughter-" "Nai, you know better than anyone-"

"Mama. It wouldn't be the end of the world." "Right. I was a very bad mother."

"I know."

"I'm going to miss it aren't I?" "I wish you could come to the states." "Don't be a stupid woman."

"I won't. Bye mama." I miss you.

"Bye, Nai"

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You can say "no", you know that right?

Squatting down before a child, Nai covered her face with her hands. Entirely lost at what to do in this situation. While it was only a class it still made her nervous.

This was nothing like her normal job. Children didn't scare her no, but the crying and the screaming made her very jumpy.

"I want to go to the park!" The child yelled,

Still squatting to be on eye level with the kid, "We have to go back now, it's getting late," Nai replied gently.

"No!"

She wasn't inclined to drag the kid back to the centre but what choice did she have? Bribing wasn't a win all solution.

"I'm asking nicely, please let's go."

"Noo!"

Nai picked him up and began walking. He wasn't that much shorter than herself but don't let height be an illusion for strength. It was around three in the afternoon and their designated time was almost up. Quickly making her way down the street she tried to keep the boy quiet but he wasn't thrashing about, nearly making her drop him.

"Oh stop it!"

On his way back to their house, Cillian saw her on the sidewalk holding the kid. For a second, he thought he was seeing things and decided to pull over to get a better look.

"Nai?"

"Oh, Hi," she said and kept walking. "I'm kind of in a hurry,"

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Always There.

Flamboyant events. He sees her.

The morning coffee, forget-me-not blues.

Any event he mentions to her. That curly black hair tightly pulled back with a wine glass in hand.

Never missed an event, even as busy as she was.

He was never able to catch a moment with her at those events. So elusive.

Yet always there.

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Love me like no tomorrow; we aren't promised tomorrow.

Laying in her side she thought about him. So close did he lay. Asleep for once but Melanie's thoughts kept he awake. Thinking about what he meant to her. What it meant to be a Lenn woman. Marriage didn't really matter to her. But if in some alternate universe were they married? Were they Lenns? Ha-Min Lenn? Instead of Lee.

My mama would love you as her own, I know so. My mama is kind and loves you even now. She loves you because I do.

My family would welcome you without a doubt. We know struggles and we have each other. They could also be your family, my moon.

So kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor. Love me like no tomorrow.

"Bonne nuit, Ha."

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He wasn't beauty he wasn't grace.

Aron would never be like Cillian. Never be as virtuous as kind. He'd never be as graceful and sly as Ha-Min. Never trusting like Gray.

I like to say that he's been worn away by time. By the losses he faced in life. From loosing his mother. To breaking up with Olivia. It really did feel like the world hated him.

He had sad eyes. Deep gold but the bags would always be there and he'd always carry the guilt of the past. Guilt of things he couldn't change.

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Dear lord, if I get to heaven, will you let me bring my man?

Melanie doesn't completely believe in the lord, in god. Her father is catholic and attends church every Sunday, Eva doesn't not go.

"Dear lord. . .if I get to heaven, will you let me bring my man?" She whispered softly as she found something worth keeping.

Down on her knees in the front pew. Pray for more time with the people she care about. Her friends, her moon.

"When he comes, tell me that you'll let him in. Father you tell me if you can? All that grace, all that body. All that face makes me wanna party."

Lastely she'd been slipping away to attend church once a month. For her father, and to get better. Eva said that she didn't have the Lenn disease but it seemed to be not true. She couldn't have known. Though, she also wasn't going to let anyone know till the very end.

"He's my moon. He makes me shine like diamonds."

To be entirely honest, after the lying, the killing nothing made her think she'd actually get into heaven; the place for the pure and kind. People like her mother and Katya. And the only reason she had to believe in such a place was her sister. Someone she'd kill to see again.

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A laugh from the heart

I'm going to pretend to be Ha-Min. Watch me fail. No one looks at my tumblr anyways 🙄

With her hands on her stomach I was taken aback. The sound of her laughter filled the silence. I couldn't help but stare. Was it something I did?

Her laugh was deeper, and genuine. She laughed with her entire body. Face lit up like New Year's Eve. I'd never seen her smile like that. Honestly I didn't know Melanie was capable of feeling joy. Disgust or indifference were her main moods.

I look down, to find my cat suddenly being cute, rolling around on the floor. Was that it-?

Leaning over I place a sunflower I her thick hair, it stands out against the black. I didn't know how to feel-- something so unexpected making her feel. Maybe she was opening up. How stupid. Podo sees me looking at him, the feline brushed up against Melanie's legs only furthering her joy. Couldn't he smell her dog?

"I didn't know you liked cats,"

"I like my dog, and I like animals that are calm and kind." She replied in between giggles.

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I may hate you.

Nai glared at him, side-eyeing the man. Though, it was hard to take her seriously considering he was a whole foot taller than her. Ha-Min and Cillian had height on their side.

"I may hate you, but if she smiles like that then you must be doing something right." Nai said as bluntly as possible. Something about Ha-Min was off putting but it couldn't be helped. Maybe it was because. Nai over looked her best friends amoral tendencies.

"I don't ever want to hear that you made her cry. If you're anything like-" Nai paused mid sentence. "You understand my point. I won't be here much longer but I'm trusting you."

Trusting him not to fuck up and trusting that Melanie won't relapse.

"You're trusting me? With what?"

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Debt to repay

The nurse stared her dead in the eyes and with the most serious face and tone, said,

"If you break another bone you'll be so deep in debt. . ." She looked away. Amity was drowning in hospital bills, the regular visits.

"You're too kind to me."

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"I want you stay"

Amity let a silent tear shed. His face in her hands. Her darling had been killed. As Amity hung her head her black frames fell to the tile floor. "My darling's gone, "

"Birds of a feather you said we'd stick together-"

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Ma Cherrie

M: I'll be home late. The apartment is yours to stay in.

*typing*

M: This case is time consuming. A little close to home.

H: Alright. . .

And in fact he does stay in her little apartment keeping her Great Dane company. Around four A.M the front door gently closes. He rested there peacefully in her couch. It was far from luxury.

Melanie's gaze softened as she lifted him bridal style from the couch and to her bed. She still had work to do. Calling people still, winding down herself for a righteous night of potential nightmares. Sure she was home but this was the life she chose. Melanie always got on Nai's case when she overworked herself. Though, Nai was prone to burnout.

"Yes, hello?" Melanie answered the phone. "Is this Mr. Donavan? It's late, I'm aware but it's absolutely critical I inform you of your wife's death." She spoke and started stripping back the layers. The coat hung up neatly in the closest, her sweater folded, resting on the drsssed, and trousers beside it. The man had been uncontactable making her life hard but on top of that he was a suspect in an ongoing homicide investigation.

"Yes, I am. But, she what-? You must have the wrong person." He replied into the phone.

"No, she is dead." Melanie tripped over her sentences and it sounded wrong. But the point was made.

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Non, Je n'aime pas language learning

Melanie's voice had become lighter, softer and full of life when she was around him. Others it was heavy and low. Hot mud always weight it down.

"Haha, non, je suis désole. Je n'aime pas à aprrends français. In fact, I don't even like speaking French. I much prefer Russian." Staring up at the ceiling she didn't mind it as much now but Russian would always be the most comfortable.

"I do like speaking to you though."

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Film, Vogue, Ha-Min

Standing behind him a few feet Melanie held a small camera. Looking through it carefully to aquire the right shot.

"Smile,"

He wasn't sure why he did as she asked, it wasn't difficult by any means. The smile he gave her was natural yet confused. Click.

"I'll keep this forever." She chuckled, trying hard not the let the camera slip from her hands. She took a few more pictures of him and then the scenery. Little did he know she wanted an entire album solely of him. It wasn't just the way he looked.

Maybe you belong in the cover of Vogue. She thought.

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Fuck you.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're an aggressive woman?"

Melanie sneered at him. "Yes. . ."

"Who?"

"You! And if you don't leave me alone then I will screw you over so hard you break." She said, eyes close and teeth clenched behind her lips. "I know very powerful people."

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It's Just A Cigarette

I put my hand on his. Sometimes we'd just sit and smoke and driving along the island of Manhattan. Maybe it was cheesy and maybe it was corny but the way I loved him and the way he looked tonight just had me.