Her dreams were filled with that of a certain blackish silvery haired giant. He who had stolen her heart had done such a clean job that no guy ever could steal it again. His name had engraved it self in her soul. His touches lingered on her body. His kisses never left the feel it gave her lips. It had all stayed.

Well the giants memories were still afresh. His goofy smile was always heard his deep voice had always been missed by the smaller. She would often paint him on her bare canvas. His face so perfectly imprinted in her mind. For she had never forgotton him. Well she never could. She loved him to core of her soul. She lived in the hope that she'd see him one day.

Everytime she saw the auburn coloured girl giggle. She remembered herself. Everytime she saw her play the drums with Lay by her side. She remembered him. Everytime she smirked at Ti fiti she remembered his signature smirk. Her walk, her deep voice, her attitudes, her habits reminded her of the giant. Her secret way of painting kept reminding her of herself.

Everytime the little girl sat with her freckled cousion in the garden gossiping about stuff it remined her of her best friend.

This girl unleashed an avalanch of emotions. It was hard to survive.

Could it be?

The question haunted the beautiful lady's memories. She had searched for him everywhere. Even visited his house yet she was repeatedly crushed. Disapointed.

"Madamoseille Baetrice." The voice often called. It felt like she were connected to the little girl with thick auburn hair.

She did swirl like her. Eat apples like her. Jump like her. Giggle like her.

Often Baetrice would sneak into her chambers to stare at the divine beauty. The result two gorgeous indiviual had as a gift when they had become one in heart,soul and body.

They said she was a dishonor. But he thought her as his God. She cried. He wiped her tears. She pouted. He kissed her deep.

Fifteen years of mutual yearning drove to beating hearts crazy.

She wanted to believe that the little girl was hers. Yet she was unsure. Afraid that she might not be.

But why did her heart beat vigourously. Why did that girl make her so happy. Why did she conjure her memories.

She loved to teach her little girl her theories. Her music notes. She even taught her to sing. She wanted to teach her everything she had learnt. Every tiny detail.

"Bae, Doesn't she look like a replica of you? Its scary." Jongjin voiced put one winter afternoon. Baetrice humed a responce as she gazed out of the fogged window.

"Jongin. Stop fantazing will you please. I must go now. See you tomorrow. I have some work at home." The beautiful Lady said taking her coat as she left the place. She walked through the glistening hallways gracefully as she waved at Blaire who was having her dinner.

"Why aren't you staying back?" Blaire came running as she asked the lady with droopy eyes.

"I'll be back in the morning dear. I have some work back at home." Baetrice caressed her face as she waved once again.

As she walked passed the huge doors a man brushed passed her side limping. She gave notice as she walked down the stairs. Yet the accidental touch of their hands made stop a her tracks.

"Papa...You came." Blaires voice boomed the hall. Baetrice turned around to see the man who she called Papa.

But Baetrice couldnt catch a glimpse as two men blocked her view. One was tall almost Blaires fathers height. The other was shorter than the two.

"Papa..I missed you so much. I missed you too uncles." The fiffeen year old girl giggled. While she stared at the men in black her cauphffer called her name.

She turned arounded and nodded when she heard a chuckling of a familiar voice. A deep voice that she loved with all her heart.

She turned around but they were gone. She ran back inside yet found no trace of the owner of the voice. She looked for the voice for hours but was left disapointed

She sighed as she sat in her car thinking she'd imagined the voice. Her car had to wait for the vehicle in front to pull off.

Little did she know that while she waited for her car to move a certain blackish silvery haired man stood next to her car door waiting for his car.

They waited unaware of each others presence. His car came and he got in. Their cars pulled off. At the same level but as the night stretched on and as the cars drove side by side, hers went left and his went right.

They were incredibly close yet so distantly far.

They felt each other yet couldn't find each other.

A tingling feeling they just couldn't finger.

A love that was once again felt.

A feeling they both knew so well.