The scene played once again, this time just very, very, early in the morning. A dark haired female fixing up a long abandoned room. Even though she was a lady, she looked like hell. Her black dress had paint and dirt on it, her make up running down her pale face, and her hair a bit ratty. Placing some of the books on a high shelf, she looked over to the small bed in the corner of the room. Choking out a sob, she walked over to it. It was their bed, not just her's. She pictured her waking up to the sight of him, his velvety words waltzing into her ears as his blue eyes looked into her's. She felt the need to sleep, but she just couldn't do it. It was always a dream of him. The lullabies he used to speak as he claimed to be to much of a man to sing to her. How could she of let him go? It was so foolish of her. Leaving the room, she intended to get some fresh air. Once she got to the outside, she looked up at the sky. Memories of how they would lay on a lawn blanket, looking up at the summer's night sky, star watching or just speaking of their future together. Looking down at the grass, she choked out another sob. She would throw dandelions at him when they were having picnics. Oh how she longed to stop crying. His brother had to escort her out of the building she last seen him in, her crying and stumbling. Why? She asked no one in particular. Walking back into the house, she looked at the flowers she had gotten, shaking her head. The crying was making her feel older as the house looked like it was either being moved into or someone was leaving with all the pictures packed away in boxes. Sitting at the kitchen counter, she looked down at the table. See, she has asked her lover to escort her to the store to get some food. He didn't want to go as it was raining, but she did and he loved her to much to say no. As they drove to the store, she was to late in noticing the car rushing towards them. Another sob escaped her lips as she wrapped her arms over her chest. How come she lived? He was the stronger one, but he was the one that passed. Hearing steps enter the room, she didn't look up as the silver haired man turned on the radio. Just like a crow chasing the butterfly, sang the man on the radio as the chorus sounded. She knew what the song meant, and it just fit her so perfectly. Wiping the tears from her eyes, the other male pulled her into a hug, whispering how it will all be okay, that his brother was watching over them. The female pulled away, shaking her head. How could it be okay? Her true love was dead. His brother and her never got along, as she was always annoyed by him claiming to always be awesome. Though, the male was mourning now as well. Not a peep about being awesome out of him as the skin around his eyes puffed up and were trying to match the color of his eyes. Both of them looked like hell. The female, looked at the Prussian male before going over and hugging him, unable to stop crying. Taken back for a moment, the male just tightly hugged her, stroking the back of her head. "Its fine [Name], just let it all out..." The song had been continuing in the background, but she heard the last line. Just a little too late.