The blond girl sighed as she leaned back in bed. Beside her sat the woman she loved. May let out a sigh as she studied the other's long, silky, black hair, tightly coiffed with painted chopsticks on the back of her head. She was tempted to reach up and free those raven locks, to spill them like water, but she just continued to stare at the Chinese beauty. The woman pursed full lips as she studied the novel in her hands.

"Lily..." May turned her head towards the wall as she spoke the name. Laying here together like this, her heart often grew heavy with doubts and questions.

"Hmm?" The Chinese woman turned her head but kept her eyes on her book.

There were so many things May wanted to ask. Do you really love me? Will I ever be good enough? Will you ever love me like I love you?

Before May met Lily, she had dated a few men, none of her relationships were serious though. Then the Asian woman changed everything. The blond girl fell hard and fast in love before she knew what was happening. Some days she still didn't understand even now, but she gave up everything to be with Lily.

Lily was as cold as she was beautiful. She'd had many lovers in the past, all passionate relationships, at least for her partners. May recalled an encounter with one such ex-lover. He'd said, "She's like a drug... Once you fall for her, you'll never recover. You'll doubt, despair, be driven to madness, but you'll never let go. Then she'll drop you. And that's it." The girl thought of those words often now, now that her heart had traveled past the point of no return.

Lily finally looked over with a questioning face when there was no response. May felt those ebony eyes on here and turned back with a small smile and shook her head. Lily turned back to her novel with a grin and a playful, "Weirdo."

May rolled over, her back to her lover and murmured a soft, "Good night... I love you," before escaping to the land of dreams where her heart was always light and love was never unrequited.