I own nothing, Hussie owns Mituna , Latula
(____) your name
______ stared through the small music room window, her heart slowly but surely breaking. The boy she had loved since they had met, Mituna, was sitting next to Latula on the piano bench. His right arm was wrapped around her waist, she was leaning against him her head resting on his shoulder. Her fingers were gliding across the piano keys, pressing the right keys at the right time creating a soft melody which ______ had to stop herself from swaying to the music. Mituna's sung along softly off key but his voice matched the song beautifully, a smile was on his face. ______ glared, burn