Xiaomei Part 1

Tashes has gone home and there is so much work. I can't concentrate anymore in this silence of a graveyard. But then again, there is always xiaomei to make sure that I always feel loved and protected - against the weirdest of sounds in this bizarre place. She's such a darling. I remember the first time I opened up the box and saw her lying perfectly in it, gleaming with pride. I recalled the first time I dropped her and caused her the 2 scars that we both thought was gonna haunt us for the rest of our lives. To cover up the effects of that day, I dress her in a rubbery green suit which was to be her permanent dressing for the rest of the 4 months of her life. Before long, her once beautiful sparkling smooth face turned coarse and scratchy. She refuses to meet me in the eyes or should I say it was the other way around and she was named for the first time in her life - zhang xiaohua (zhang - dirty, xiaohua - scratchy). Then along came xiaohei (xiaohei - black) months later, who was to be the love of her life. They were to live the lives of Shakespearen lovers, of tragic, beautiful passion...