I can't believe a year has passed. I'm in college and adjusting well to college life. Still trying to figure out the question everyone is asking themselves: What do I want to do in the future?

I finished up the One-Shot idea I had about Sano and Megumi! I haven't anything planned for the future, but who can put down writing once they've started? Currently loving the series "Samurai Champloo" so expect something from that anime to be written soon.

Here's a bit of drabble from me titled "unicorn."

She was beautiful, and so perfect. Every laugh that trickled from her rosy lips reached my ears like golden melodies. Every smile lit up her eyes and made her face glow. When I saw her, my heart pounded faster, my palms grew sweaty, and everything I rehearsed died on my lips. No ‘Hello, how was your day? Enjoying multicultural week? I hope you had a great break.’ Instead, I look away from her godlike face, embarrassed. She was so full of life, her voice always full of laughter. “How was your day?” She asked me, making me feel like I had all her attention at that moment. She was the sun, and I was her earth, soaking in the warmth of her gaze. I can’t bring myself to say anything. My well rehearsed lines fell away and I can only respond with an “It was okay.”

I felt stupid with my vague answers and inability to make conversation. All the things I wanted to say to her just never seemed right. I couldn’t tell this perfect Venus about my break. I couldn’t say I liked her laughter because it sounded like angels singing. I couldn’t say I loved her voice because she sounded like the whisper of angel wings. Her arched eyebrows lifted lightly and she smiled. “Okay? That is good.”

She was perfect in every way. Day after day, I watched her in all her beauty and wondered what it would be like to hold her hand. But as I vied for her attention so did many others. Every time I wanted to talk to her, someone else got there before me. When I joined in her games, always there were others. Yet with each passing day, it seemed that perhaps I was a step closer to making her mine, and that she grew ever lovelier before my eyes.

Finally, I got up the courage to ask this Aphrodite to a dance. And to my utter amazement, the mythical creature said “yes!” I was elated, past jubilant, past any possible word of contentment. I wanted to say a million thanks, to kiss her hand, to embrace her and let her know how grateful I was. But I felt worthless by her side. I didn’t deserve to go with such a beautiful person. And in my embarrassment, I only fled.

I look at her face now, as we sit together, watching a movie, and I wonder what I ever saw in her. Her hair, once a cascade of midnight black, looked coarse and lifeless. Her laugh, once a light ringing, hurt my ears. Her smile, once a candle in the darkness, was just a little too wide, showing a little too much teeth. Her voice wasn’t so wonderful anymore, and her hands weren’t that beautiful. She wasn’t as skinny as she used to seem, and her comments sounded more and more stupid everyday.

I stand up, casting one last glance at her inquiring gaze. I no longer feel like a flower, collecting the sun’s rays of energy. “I think we should break up,” I said. I turn away, but not because I am blinded by her beauty. I can’t bear to see her because I realize now everything she was and is. She isn’t the epitome of greatness. She isn’t the goddess upon an altar. She’s just a normal girl with normal features and a normal smile. Her mask of perfect beauty broke away, and I saw her as I should have before.

She doesn’t understand why. But I do. I fell in love with her image. I fell in love with the chase. And in the end, I realized that what I loved wasn’t really her.

I found a unicorn once and chased after it. But when I finally caught it, its horn fell away, and it became only an ordinary horse.