~~~ so my theater class was in NYC for the day and they've got this giant Disney store. Now, I'm a frequent traveler and find myself in New York often so shopping in Times Square wasn't anything special. So while the guy sitting next to me on the bus bought the classic 'I <3 NY' T-shirt and an M&M Statue of Liberty dispenser and I got my Fredzilla POP. Yeah... Anywho, I'm back and I've got some tears to bring forth. Also, those who read my Christmas one shot know that in that story GoGo and Dashi moved in together before he died. THAT IS HOW IT HAPPENED!!! Just FYI. ~~~

A much wiser person once gave me a gift. A single flower that he had found and thought I might enjoy the symbolism behind it. Ever since I'd been hoping, willing, to see him again before that flower completely wilts and each petal falls off of the flower.

And then, due to some miracle, that wish came true. I had seen Tadashi Hamada once more, just before the final petal had fallen off of the cherry blossom he had given me all that time ago. Only now it feels like he had died all over again.

So there I sat on Tadashi's bed in the small apartment we had bought together. We had payed completely for it before hand, so I couldn't stop living here and move to a cheaper place. Not even if I wanted to; which I didn't.

This is going to sound terribly, and hopelessly romantic but Tadashi and I constantly slept with one another. And for all you dirty little minds reading this, no. We did not sleep together in that way. I mean it in the most innocent way possible.

One night we were watching a movie in his room on a laptop and before I realized it I was completely knocked out. That Saturday he crawled into my bed at midnight and I made no objections. It's just one of those things that you feel like you can do once you're acquainted with somebody well enough.

And that's how it started. Every other night I would find myself curled up next to Tadashi. As much as the emotionally pains me to admit being short have me one advantage here. With him being a dang tree it wasn't hard to find a comfortable position next to him. So after late nights in the lab, spending hours later than everyone else, it was a comfort to come home and find him waiting for me.

And I had never grown out of the habit of having him around. First it was little things, like buying coffee creme like he would force me to do every time I went out, even though I only took coffee blacker than my heart. (That was a joke, readers, in case you were wondering about my warped sense of humor) Or maybe fixing two plates of pancakes. Just small things I caught myself doing and fixed quickly.

But then other things, more personal thing, like letting his favorite songs play on pandora, never mind the fact that I hated the pop genera of music. Or maybe watching some of his favorite shows in Netflix, just to see what all the fuss was over.

And the one night it happened. I had been slightly put off with Ambrosia and it was midnight at least. I staggered into the door, dropping my bag to the ground the minute the door slammed shut. I wasn't looking where I was going and took a wrong turn. The tidiness of the room should have given it away quickly, because my rom looked like a tornado and my closet had a baby, but I ignored it.

I climbed into the familiar sheets, although they weren't familiar in the way one knows their own sheets. And before I could smell the fabric softener and strawberry perfume that clung to anything Tadashi touched, I fell asleep.

When I woke up the next morning I was bundled up in the gray and blue sheets that hadn't been changed since his death. But I had absolutely no feeling that if down the wrong thing. And so, I made the bed and slept in it the following night.

It'd gone like that, sleeping in his bed every other night, up until present time. At which point I could be found lying on his bed, staring at the wilting cherry blossom and praying for the final petal to fall to the blanket.

But not a prayers are answered.

~~~ I'm thinking about ending it here because, you know, tragic endings, but then I also kind of want to complete it so that I can reAd As out my otp getting together. Thoughts? stay Sparkly -- SparkleWolf ~~~