incredibly dry. What kind of glass of cold water would she have given now? The redhead frowned. "-My name is Sasori ..."
Like a bucket of ice-cold water being tipped over her, the Owen realized what an embarrassing position she was in. She got hot and cold alternately. In a matter of seconds all the blood rushed to her head. A worried expression appeared on Sasori's face. "-Is everything all right?" He took a step towards her, but stopped immediately when she backed away. A lump spread in her chest and seemed about to burst at any moment. Why? Why did she have to remember him every time? For every occasion. For every occasion. Even if it is just a small coincidence. She remembered the drive to boarding school in her stepfather's limousine, how she put up with it with both hands and feet and finally had to go along. It just reminded them of their crazy car fanatic who had to give his life to their shared passion.
How could people be so alike? She could have sworn she looked into his eyes. The disappointment spread inside her. But what did she expect? That Seth rose from the dead and suddenly stood before her? She called herself a fool. Seth would never return. Your beloved Seth ... The lump in her chest burst. A sob escaped her throat. Immediately she pressed both hands to her mouth. The wound had not yet healed. She felt her heart bleeding. It's bleeding because of him. Because she loved him so much after all. But he was no longer with her. And all because of a selfish driver who looked too deeply into the glass.
"Little one? Is something wrong? Did I say something wrong?" The strange boy walked up to her again, but Jazz stumbled back and shook his head violently. It was just too much for her. "Let ... just leave me alone," she yelled at him. Sobbing, she turned away and ran away, leaving a confused Sasori behind. The tears kept streaming down her face. She didn't even bother to wipe them away. She didn't care how she looked or what her classmates thought when she dived through the school yard back at boarding school, regardless of loss.Once in her room, she just slammed the door behind her and threw herself on her four-poster bed. Something that only brought back bitter sweet memories of her late fiancé. But here it was at least bearable. Here she was alone. Protected from the outside world. Here, she just felt closer to him.






Hall oils dear people,
a few things up front. That's just the first part of what I actually wrote. Means the second part is already finished and will be uploaded soon. Every character that has not appeared in this chap has its big appearance in the next one, be sure of that: 3
If you're wondering why I doubted the chap, I can tell you that I think it's easier to read and comment on shorter chaps. In addition, little more sticks. I hope you are not disappointed because of that? Somehow I wasn't so sure whether I should turn it into two chaps or one. Give me your opinion, I'm curious :)
As always, I am happy to receive both criticism and praise.

And many thanks for your super great clerks. I was really happy when I read it. You're simply the best ;***
Btw, if you need longer for a picking, I won't tear your head off. You all have a right to your private life. Besides, school comes first, for me too. I'm telling you that too, because every now and then I'll take the right to take unusually more time for a chap;)

Your Meg;)

PS: I noticed two things while writing ... Jazz didn't turn out the way I wanted it to. Sry, Hamina, that I don't do your little one justice. Second, maybe Madara should see a psychiatrist ... * cough *