Remember Me

::A pair of star-crossed lovers...::, she thought ironically as she stared at the sentence
before her.
It took awhile before she focused on the rest of the sentence. �A pair of star-crossed
lovers take their life.�
So engrossed was she in the book she was reading that she heard no one enter the small
office behind her until-
�Anne?�
She gasped, and the copy of Shakespear�s Romeo and Juliet fell to the floor with a soft
thud.
A chuckle sounded.
�Did I scare you Lady?� The person asked gently.
�No.� She sighed, and then it registered. She turned slowly, eyes incredulous, heart
pounding, yet it was so familiar....
�No, Mr. Treize, I-�she stopped, and gasped again as she realized the person before her
was NOT Treize.
�Andrew! I-I-gomen nasai.� She flushed.
A dark look came over his face, gone in an instant. He laughed and said: �Don�t worry
about it.� He came forward and kissed her lovingly, fragily, like she would break if he kissed her
too hard.
::Not like Treize:: She thought.
No, not like Treize, who put so much fire and passion into his kisses, yet remained so
gentle. So incredibly gentle. Not like Treize, who�s eyes turned nearly violet with his passion.
She closed her eyes and remembered.....

A knock sounded at her door.
�Come in!� she called, a smile playing about her lips.
She sensed him somehow, knowing that when the door opened, HE would be there
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