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Anastasia took a step backwards and bumped into Samsul who stood behind her. She shook slightly and her free hand moved to her stomach. She had just gotten over the fact that her mother wasn't going to be there for any of the big moments in her life. Her marriage, her children, her coronation... And now, she stood her knowing that she had been alive this entire time... That she had chosen to leave... that she had chosen to fake her death... To miss all those big moments... It killed her inside. She took a deep breath and walked over to the bed and took a seat in the chair next to it. She reached out and took her mother's hand in her own and kissed it.
Anastasia looked at Samsul in awe as he explained why it was indeed her mother. She looked away from him and nodded, "I want to see her..."

There were things running through her head. Things that made her want to scream, others that made her want to cry. However, she pushed all of them aside. Right now, all that mattered was her mother. She stood and walked out of the room and down to the medical ward and there on the first bed, was her mother. She rose a hand to her mouth and let out a sob. She didn't move closer or away from the woman. She just stood at the door, crying.
Anastasia looked at Samsul utterly confused. Her hands dropped to her side as she walked over to him. She placed her hand on his forehead, "Samsul..... Are you alright? My mother.... she's... dead...." She took his hand, trying not to look upset at the conversation of her mother. It had been sometime but the wound still felt fresh. She let out a bit of a shaky sigh, "She's been dead for over a year... Did you maybe see her in your dream? You were quite tired when you got back..... Maybe you were mistaken..."
Anastasia adjusted herself on the bed when Samsul explained himself. She climbed out of the bed and walked over to the closet and started to change into a dress for the day. She had no inkling of who Samsul was talking about. It was most likely someone that she didn't meet. Someone who had left before she returned to the palace. Why else would he be saying someone and not giving them a name. She walked out and tied up the back of her dress, looking at him, "Who was it?"
Park looked up at Misaka when he saw her hand in front of him, returning his pen. At first, he thought that she might have thought that he needed it. He was about to tell her that it was fine when he noticed the tears in her eyes and watched dumbly as she left the library. He looked over his shoulder to see Ryan looking at him, smirking. What the hell had he said to her to upset her in such a way? He turned back around and Sanders pushed him, "What the hell, man? Go!"

Park laughed a little and grabbed his book, throwing it into his bag before throwing it over his shoulder and running out of the library. He didn't have a bloody clue where she had gone but he did know that there probably weren't many places that someone wanted to cry. She most likely didn't know where the counselling suite was, which left the first place that he had found her crying. He ran outside and managed to find her at the tree. He walked over and dropped his bag on the ground, he sat down and looked at her, "What happened?"
Anastasia woke slightly when Samsul kissed her. Although, she did not open her eyes. Instead, just rolled over and wrapped her arm around him, wanting to go back asleep. After a moment or two of failing that, she opened her eyes and sighed, "Good morning."

Her voice was groggy. Sleep had been uncomfortable. Laying on her back wasn't comfortable due to the two small children that resided in her stomach. On her stomach was no longer an option and her side was only comfortable for so long. She feared the nights in the coming months as she was just going to get bigger and bigger. She sighed and sat up, "These two buggers kept me up most the night..."

She yawned and kissed him, "What kept you last night?"
I had to kill off a character once for an RP because my character had to become an Angel and so I brought the parents in... WORST IDEA EVER! God, I was sobbing while I was trying to write... it was not a fun experience....
MUHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAH

Ya, a friend and I are doing another RP that we mapped out around the idea that his character cheats on my character with her best friend. When it started out, they just kissed and she found them. When we got to it, they actually had sex and then he ended up spending the night at character's house the next night. They didn't have sex but they confessed to loving each other and they had this really cute scene in a river and that morning and she still doesn't know and we are leading up to the party that we've planned that it gets out and both of us are like FUCK.... Why did we make them so cute? Cause now we both feel really bad for her.
Sanders pated Park's back, "I saw you holding hands with Misaka. Are you going to get with her?"

Park shook his head. "Probably not... Ryan's a dick who wants every girl in this school.... I don't think I can stop him from winning Misaka over," He glanced over his shoulder at her and gave a bit of a sad smile to the top of her head before turning back around. He sighed, "No big."

Sanders punched him, "Yes big! I haven't seen you this spellbound since Kim. And you are currently walking around with, no offence, currently the biggest freak in the school. That isn't your style. Meaning that you actually have a thing for this chick and isn't just in your pants," Sanders smiled at Park didn't reply, "Ooooh. I'm right, aren't I? You know, there is some psychology thing that proves that we fall for people like our parents. I think you just fell for your Japanese mom."

Park looked at the table, tapping the back of his pen of his book, "My mom is Korean."

"Tomato, tomahto," Sanders said back clapping him on the shoulder, "I think you'd be good for each other. It'd be nice to see you get out of that little shell of yours," He joked, tickling Park's stomach.

It was Park's turn to punch him in the shoulder, "Shut up, man."
That's what I was thinking. Not much of a best friend.

And the kid know taekwondo... Ryan is fucked. He may be very reserved and quiet kid but he isn't gonna take that shit.
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