(Let's just pretend it's Alani and it's when they were younger, but Leilani was leaving, so she was ignoring Alex the day before she was leaving.) Leilani would sort of just watch him, with sad eyes, then shake her head and go to the bed and start crying, unwillingly. It'd break her heart to see him go out of his ways and do these things. The following day, though, she'd go up to him, with swollen eyes, and call him an idiot, before leaving him a letter at their secret hiding spot & leaving.
{ ♬ } Alex sat behind the school grounds with a beer bottle in hand. He had played hooky that day, but also hadn’t seen Leilani in several weeks - aside, from her in the hallways, avoiding him. He didn’t quite understand it. So, he sat there a drank waiting for her.
It wasn’t until around noon that it occurred to him that she may have not gone out for lunch that day. He snuck inside the school, and into the library. It was there that he found the letter.
Alex is reflecting over the last almost year he's spent with Miyako.
I never once thought I'd be the one waiting at the end of the aisle.
I would've never believed that I could fall in love again.
Yet here I am.
Standing at the end awaiting with my new beginning with...her.
Oh, lord God, have mercy on my soul. Forgive me for taking away the most wonderful, beautiful, sweetest woman to grace this world with her life.
Her.
She is the reason for my happiness.
I can't even imagine what life would be like without her. And pretty soon, it won't ever have to be.
~ α ℓ α к σ ~
It was June 13th, 2012 when we got together.
We met at the Starlight Lounge. Oh, how I miss that place... I was working the night, singing. Whilst getting myself some drinks, this fine woman caught my eye, and I decided to give it a try.
It took me a while, but I finally said, "Hi."
That was all I had.
Before long, we hit it off.
Normally, girls they'd find me boring, and leave me early on. They'd say something like, "I have to leave." It was only later when I say them watching my performance.
But this woman, she didn't leave.
No, she stuck around for my corny jokes and smooth dance moves. Except if we had a dance off, don't tell her, but she takes the cake.
It wasn't long until our one month anniversary...
Standing in front of her house in a tux, holding roses, and we didn't go out that night.
Instead, we stayed home, watched Pirates of the Caribbean, ate her delicious cooking after a food fight, and to top the night off, we - well.... Actually, that's confidential. I'll leave that to your imagination.
~ α ℓ α к σ ~
Now I stand here, awaiting her arrival, in a tux yet again.
Except this time, I won't have to leave in the morning because we made it, baby.
Some would ask me: "Who is the girl of my dreams?"
Now I'm not going to lie. I'd prefer a nice rack, cute face, pretty eyes, adorable personality, the works. But even if I had the girl of my dreams, I'd still pick her.
Because she's not a dream. She's the real deal.
~ α ℓ α к σ ~
She's standing in front of me now, and she looks beautiful in her dress.
I can't believe how beautiful really.
I might cry.
~ α ℓ α к σ ~
My name is Alex Mikami.
And my heart belongs to a woman named Miyako.
This is the happiest moment in my life.
"I now pronounce you, husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."
With little more than a wipe, the young siren reached up to push at the corners of her mouth in a half hearted attempt to wipe away a bit of dried blood. Staring quietly at herself in the mall's bathroom mirror, she watched: stick still and filled with guilt. Glancing back, somewhat lazily at the bathroom stall, she swallowed and cleared her throat. Having shoved the body in there was a bit.. awkward.. She sighed and rubbed at her face double checking for signs of all clear.
Not having found any more traces of the thick, rose-red liquid, she speedily made an exit. The door swung shut behind her and she cringed at the sound. Something about today felt off -- like she was bound to get into some sort of trouble. But it was her fault, after all, considering she'd decided to hunt so far away from the ocean. Snorting to herself, she shook her head and wriggled her nose. She knew better than that but today she felt like being nothing but reckless.
Exhaling rather softly, she pushed some of her hair behind her ears and reached her arms up above her head to stretch. Stretching.. felt.. nice.. now that she was less hungry than before. She had a habit of constantly eating more than her share. Her boredom usually got the best of her and she couldn't help it.
Finally finding herself in the parking lot, she kicked at the asphalt beneath her feet and headed for her car. She usually hated driving, but today it hadn't mattered. She was just so hungry that every rule she'd ever made for herself flew out the window. Oh the troubles of being a young baby siren. She rolled her eyes and opened the door to her blue Ford Focus. It wasn't a hard car to find. Slipping inside and shoving her key in the ignition, she turned the wheel and was quickly on her way.
Caution seemed to creep on her the closer she got to her home. She couldn't exactly peg the source, not that it mattered. Licking her lips, she pushed the gas a little harder and drove a little quicker. She just.. she just wanted to see the ocean. That beautiful and vast expanse of blue. It wouldn't be long now.
Gripping the steering wheel tighter, she continued on the turn of the mountain, pulling down and driving onto the broken street that lead to her lonely house on the shore. Swallowing, she parked and hopped out. Hurrying.. more like rushing across the sand, she kicked off her flats at her porch and moved toward the edge of the waves, relaxing entirely and feeling much better than before now that she was near the water.
