Disclaimer: Gahh. I wish.
Author's Note: EXTREMELY short thing I wrote. It's been buzzing in my head awhile, but I'm much too lazy to make it a decent length. -.-; Don't hate me? Hahah. One day I'll lengthen it, if I get the inspiration and....*stares at reader*....REVIEWS? xD
Warning: Implications of FemSlash. MiranaXAlice, WhiteQueenXAlice.
Edit: It's been proven once again how crucial you guys are to me. Just today a wonderful reviewer (I forgot your name; will a cookie make up for it?) informed me of a mistake. Thanks again!
After much thinking, she came to the conclusion that love is a virus.
She'd recognized the symptoms immediately; a fever in her presence, the feeling of cotton in her throat, aches and pains from deep within her chest.
For love, she reasoned, grasped you when you were least expecting it, when you were at your weakest and your guard was down. It got under your skin, and with it dragged confusion and the fear of rejection. It grew and manifested, contaminated your thoughts and emotions.
And it was no ordinary infection. For no matter what concoction she brewed, what powders she mixed, it was nothing she could cure.
It was a sickness of the heart, and it was terminal.