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Marina sighed. Having to be alone for a few weeks (almost a month now) was getting pretty stressful. Well, not  stressful,  per se, but still enough to give one a sense of emptiness. Diego had been on his business trip to Paris for nearly 4 or 5 weeks now, being a lawyer and whatnot. Luckily it hadn't been a business transfer or anything of the sort. Granted, she did have their six year old daughter Mina, who they had adopted for about a year now. She came into the living room, carrying Java (which Diego had found and took in) in her arms and climbing up the couch to her mother. Marina looked to her, putting an arm around her and bringing he

A single beat of a hummingbird's wings a small sound from which the sad child sings. A single tear falling from her cheek, a little thought from which she seeked. A single bang flew through the door, a spatter of blood flying to the floor.