He entered the church, hands by his side, head bowed down. The tears were slowly escaping his eyes, he couldn’t stand it anymore.

He heard a voice, a soft one. He looked up. A young girl, between the age of twelve and fourteen stood up the pedestal, looking deathly pale. Her ebony black hair ran in curls, her soft hazel green eyes filled with sadness and sorrow.

She sobbed and continued, "My dad was an awesome person. That’s the only word that I describe him as. My mum died when I was three, I didn’t know her then. But through dad, the man that brought me up to this day, he familiarised me with her. He never ever let’s me forget her. Even when she wasn't there, she would still be present in my heart. It felt like I knew my mum, only that I didn’t know her in person."

She breathed heavily, her chest going up and down in a fast pace.

"My dad was everything to me. He was my light, my sun, my moon. I loved him to death. And I guess I’ll be loving him even more now. He thought me everything. He was there when I first walked till my first soccer match. And I won that match," She chuckled lightly, "He was so proud. I couldn’t have imagined a life without him, since he was the only one I knew. But I guess it has become reality now, hasn’t it?”"

She sighed, "And to think that I’d spent a happy birthday today."

She then bowed her head, in respect, glanced at the coffin once again and glided down the steps to the front row.

She wasn't there at the cemetery, he knew. He saw her silently depart from the funeral ceremony. It amazed him that no one asked for her. No one took notice. The daughter of the dead wasn’t asked for at her father’s funeral.

He went to the meadows after that, a place that held great memories for him. He found peace there. And he also found her. Walking slowly, staring out towards the wilderness.

"I'm sorry about your loss," He said as he approached her.

She stood still, she knew someone had been following her, staring at her, what she was doing. She just didn’t give a damn who it was.

"Appreciated that you care, "She said,"But who are you?" Asking the mysterious man that she had seen through out the funeral service.

"I'm a good friend of your father," He replied.

"Really?" She asked, turning around.

Her sparkling green eyes looked up to those of mystic grey ones.

He nodded silently.

"Your father," He started, "Was like a brother to me. He was there for me when no one else could stand my sight. He backed me up when everyone else has given up hope."

She nodded, "That sounds like my dad."

She knew she should smile, to be polite, to just remember the happy times, to know that her dad was greatness. But she couldn’t. Her lips could not form a smile. She felt too sad. She felt so empty. She just wanted everything to be over and done with.

"Why weren’t you there at the burial site?” He asked, curiousity getting to him.

She sighed, "I could not bare to see someone I love be lowered six feet under once again."

She kept it at that, walking away.

"Wait," He called out, "Wh-what is your name?"

"Kitta. Kitta Laurine Viitala."

"And it’s your birthday today?"

She nodded sadly.

He came closer to her, holding out his hand.

She looked up at him once more, her eyes meeting his.

“Happy birthday to you,” He sang, his deep chords echoing in her ears, “Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday dear Kitta. Happy birthday to you.”

A lone tear escaped her eyes, she hugged him, holding him close. Eventually, the tears became rivers. He continued whispering sweet nothings to her, trying to calming her down. They stayed there, in each others arms through out the day.

[Nine Years Later]

“Look at me Tuomas! I can fly!” She exclaimed, jumping in the air like a bird soaring in the sky.

He laughed heartily and kept his eyes glued to her.

She danced, danced in the meadows, singing to herself, singing about things that didn’t exist, fantasy versus reality.

“Calm down, Kitta,” He chuckled, holding his hand out to catch her from falling.

“But I can’t!” She laughed, “It’s my 21st Tuomas! I’m finally twenty one!”

Once again, she broke into a ballet type of dance, keeping her head high and her toes attached the the ground as firmly as she could.

Nine years has since passed since that fateful day, the day that Linden T. Viitala passed. Kiita and Tuomas have since spent every year meeting in the meadows where they once were in each others arms, comforting the other.

He was young then, the age of twenty two. And she was just fourteen. Now they were both grown up. She just hit the tender age of twenty one this day and him being thirty one.

Every year without fail, they would be together, spending the whole day together only to be gone the next day. Only a day spent each year made them miss each other oh so much more.

She a young romance novelist. –the reason why she couldn’t have stayed long enough- Starting out at only the age of 17, penning her her own short story for the local magazine. Her story was picked, and by the time she reached her eighteenth birthday, her first novel had been in store for a week.

Meanwhile he was in a band, -the reason why he couldn’t have stayed long enough- a very succesful one at that. Nightwish was it’s name and he was the keyboardist and main composer. Coming up with fantasy-like lyrics, dark and mysterious which defined who he was. To know what he meant, you’d have to know him.

“I’ve got something for you,” He called out to her, “But if you don’t want it then I can just give it to Emppu.”

Her eyes buldged and she instantly came running back to his side.

“What is it, what is it, what is it?” She asked, eyes sparkling with excitement.

He smiled slyly, the bag he brought with him was brought to the front. He dipped inside, his facial expression changed when he felt something. He took it out.

Once again, her eyes buldged, “The Canon EOS 5D Digital!” She exclaimed.

A romance novelist and a photo buff she was. And he knew that. He was the only one who knew that. He was the only one that she would share her photos with. And damn good photographs she produced.

She jumped in excitement and hugged him, giving him her fullest.

“You’re the greatest, Tuomas,” She smiled, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Once again, she attached herself to him, facing the camera, “Smile Tuomas!”

And that was the first picture that was took and stored.

Three hours later, they were found under a tree, relaxing enjoying the summer breeze.

“Are you avoiding the subject, Kitta?” He asked, lacing his fingers with hers.

“What subject?” She asked, her voice dull.

“It’s going to be the tenth anniversary next year, darling.” He reminded her.

She was deffinitely avoiding the subject.

She sighed, “I know. But what do you want me to do? Weep and cry?”

He chuckled and shook his head, “So I’m assuming you’re getting over it then?”

“It’s been nine years, Tuomas. I don’t think I’m ever gonna get over it. Just. Move on.”

He smiled and they stayed silent for a while.

“Kitta?” He asked.

She nodded, still keeping mum on her side.

“Can I tell you something?”

Once again, she nodded, laying her head on his shoulder.

This made his heart skip a beat. She was making this even harder.

He breathed out a loud breath and proceeded, “I’ve known you since nine years ago. But we’ve only met nine times. Isn’t that ironic really?”

She chuckled, “Yeah.”

“But these nine times have proven how much I adore. The feelings I have for you is undeniably strong. And I’m not planning on keeping it to myself anymore.”

He turned and look at her. Her eyes roamed the scenery in front of her, her mind racing for what to say.

“If you’re freaked out,” His strong voice echoed in her ear, “I understand. I’m not asking you to profess your love to me or anything. I just want to get a response.”

A lot of questions burned in his head, all the what ifs and maybes. He doesn’t like rejection, he didn’t like playing with fire. But he wanted her. He wanted her so bad he couldn’t control himself. And if he was given the green light, he’d jump her there and then. Well, if.

Her blank face then turned into a shy smile, blood rising to her cheeks, her emerald pearls meeting his light grey ones.

“And I thought I was crazy thinking of the men that’s half a centuary older then me,” She teased.

Reality hit him, she had accepted. She has hinted that she shared the same feelings.

“Are you saying-” He was cut off by her lips on his.

Her arms snaked around his neck pulling him closer to her, his hands ran down her sides as their tounges tangoed to the feeling of pleasure.


alright, so there. I posted this here cause of Farzana.
lols, it's just a whole lot easier really.
comments? cause mibbans don't wanna comment on my oneshots.
this was 5 pages long, btw. sucks so bad.

He entered the church, hands by his side, head bowed down. The tears were slowly escaping his eyes, he couldn’t stand it anymore.

He heard a voice, a soft one. He looked up. A young girl, between the age of twelve and fourteen stood up the pedestal, looking deathly pale. Her ebony black hair ran in curls, her soft hazel green eyes filled with sadness and sorrow.

She sobbed and continued, "My dad was an awesome person. That’s the only word that I describe him as. My mum died when I was three, I didn’t know her then. But through dad, the man that brought me up to this day, he familiarised me with her. He never ever let’s me forget her. Even when she wasn't there, she would still be present in my heart. It felt like I knew my mum, only that I didn’t know her in person."

She breathed heavily, her chest going up and down in a fast pace.

"My dad was everything to me. He was my light, my sun, my moon. I loved him to death. And I guess I’ll be loving him even more now. He thought me everything. He was there when I first walked till my first soccer match. And I won that match," She chuckled lightly, "He was so proud. I couldn’t have imagined a life without him, since he was the only one I knew. But I guess it has become reality now, hasn’t it?”"

She sighed, "And to think that I’d spent a happy birthday today."

She then bowed her head, in respect, glanced at the coffin once again and glided down the steps to the front row.

She wasn't there at the cemetery, he knew. He saw her silently depart from the funeral ceremony. It amazed him that no one asked for her. No one took notice. The daughter of the dead wasn’t asked for at her father’s funeral.

He went to the meadows after that, a place that held great memories for him. He found peace there. And he also found her. Walking slowly, staring out towards the wilderness.

"I'm sorry about your loss," He said as he approached her.

She stood still, she knew someone had been following her, staring at her, what she was doing. She just didn’t give a damn who it was.

"Appreciated that you care, "She said,"But who are you?" Asking the mysterious man that she had seen through out the funeral service.

"I'm a good friend of your father," He replied.

"Really?" She asked, turning around.

Her sparkling green eyes looked up to those of mystic grey ones.

He nodded silently.

"Your father," He started, "Was like a brother to me. He was there for me when no one else could stand my sight. He backed me up when everyone else has given up hope."

She nodded, "That sounds like my dad."

She knew she should smile, to be polite, to just remember the happy times, to know that her dad was greatness. But she couldn’t. Her lips could not form a smile. She felt too sad. She felt so empty. She just wanted everything to be over and done with.

"Why weren’t you there at the burial site?” He asked, curiousity getting to him.

She sighed, "I could not bare to see someone I love be lowered six feet under once again."

She kept it at that, walking away.

"Wait," He called out, "Wh-what is your name?"

"Kitta. Kitta Laurine Viitala."

"And it’s your birthday today?"

She nodded sadly.

He came closer to her, holding out his hand.

She looked up at him once more, her eyes meeting his.

“Happy birthday to you,” He sang, his deep chords echoing in her ears, “Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday dear Kitta. Happy birthday to you.”

A lone tear escaped her eyes, she hugged him, holding him close. Eventually, the tears became rivers. He continued whispering sweet nothings to her, trying to calming her down. They stayed there, in each others arms through out the day.

[Nine Years Later]

“Look at me Tuomas! I can fly!” She exclaimed, jumping in the air like a bird soaring in the sky.

He laughed heartily and kept his eyes glued to her.

She danced, danced in the meadows, singing to herself, singing about things that didn’t exist, fantasy versus reality.

“Calm down, Kitta,” He chuckled, holding his hand out to catch her from falling.

“But I can’t!” She laughed, “It’s my 21st Tuomas! I’m finally twenty one!”

Once again, she broke into a ballet type of dance, keeping her head high and her toes attached the the ground as firmly as she could.

Nine years has since passed since that fateful day, the day that Linden T. Viitala passed. Kiita and Tuomas have since spent every year meeting in the meadows where they once were in each others arms, comforting the other.

He was young then, the age of twenty two. And she was just fourteen. Now they were both grown up. She just hit the tender age of twenty one this day and him being thirty one.

Every year without fail, they would be together, spending the whole day together only to be gone the next day. Only a day spent each year made them miss each other oh so much more.

She a young romance novelist. –the reason why she couldn’t have stayed long enough- Starting out at only the age of 17, penning her her own short story for the local magazine. Her story was picked, and by the time she reached her eighteenth birthday, her first novel had been in store for a week.

Meanwhile he was in a band, -the reason why he couldn’t have stayed long enough- a very succesful one at that. Nightwish was it’s name and he was the keyboardist and main composer. Coming up with fantasy-like lyrics, dark and mysterious which defined who he was. To know what he meant, you’d have to know him.

“I’ve got something for you,” He called out to her, “But if you don’t want it then I can just give it to Emppu.”

Her eyes buldged and she instantly came running back to his side.

“What is it, what is it, what is it?” She asked, eyes sparkling with excitement.

He smiled slyly, the bag he brought with him was brought to the front. He dipped inside, his facial expression changed when he felt something. He took it out.

Once again, her eyes buldged, “The Canon EOS 5D Digital!” She exclaimed.

A romance novelist and a photo buff she was. And he knew that. He was the only one who knew that. He was the only one that she would share her photos with. And damn good photographs she produced.

She jumped in excitement and hugged him, giving him her fullest.

“You’re the greatest, Tuomas,” She smiled, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Once again, she attached herself to him, facing the camera, “Smile Tuomas!”

And that was the first picture that was took and stored.

Three hours later, they were found under a tree, relaxing enjoying the summer breeze.

“Are you avoiding the subject, Kitta?” He asked, lacing his fingers with hers.

“What subject?” She asked, her voice dull.

“It’s going to be the tenth anniversary next year, darling.” He reminded her.

She was deffinitely avoiding the subject.

She sighed, “I know. But what do you want me to do? Weep and cry?”

He chuckled and shook his head, “So I’m assuming you’re getting over it then?”

“It’s been nine years, Tuomas. I don’t think I’m ever gonna get over it. Just. Move on.”

He smiled and they stayed silent for a while.

“Kitta?” He asked.

She nodded, still keeping mum on her side.

“Can I tell you something?”

Once again, she nodded, laying her head on his shoulder.

This made his heart skip a beat. She was making this even harder.

He breathed out a loud breath and proceeded, “I’ve known you since nine years ago. But we’ve only met nine times. Isn’t that ironic really?”

She chuckled, “Yeah.”

“But these nine times have proven how much I adore. The feelings I have for you is undeniably strong. And I’m not planning on keeping it to myself anymore.”

He turned and look at her. Her eyes roamed the scenery in front of her, her mind racing for what to say.

“If you’re freaked out,” His strong voice echoed in her ear, “I understand. I’m not asking you to profess your love to me or anything. I just want to get a response.”

A lot of questions burned in his head, all the what ifs and maybes. He doesn’t like rejection, he didn’t like playing with fire. But he wanted her. He wanted her so bad he couldn’t control himself. And if he was given the green light, he’d jump her there and then. Well, if.

Her blank face then turned into a shy smile, blood rising to her cheeks, her emerald pearls meeting his light grey ones.

“And I thought I was crazy thinking of the men that’s half a centuary older then me,” She teased.

Reality hit him, she had accepted. She has hinted that she shared the same feelings.

“Are you saying-” He was cut off by her lips on his.

Her arms snaked around his neck pulling him closer to her, his hands ran down her sides as their tounges tangoed to the feeling of pleasure.


alright, so there. I posted this here cause of Farzana.
lols, it's just a whole lot easier really.
comments? cause mibbans don't wanna comment on my oneshots.
this was 5 pages long, btw. sucks so bad.