THE GREAT LAWNDALE EARTHQUAKE
Ironically, it was a peaceful time. It was a time
when,after two grueling years, the students of Lawndale High
were practicing for their graduation ceremonies in the auditorial
room. Daria, Jane, Kevin, Brittney, Chuck, Sandi, Jodie, and
Mack were all decked out in black robes and caps. In the
audience, for support, were Helen and Jake, Trent, Jesse, Quinn
and the Fashion Club, and the Three Js. "I'm so mortified," said
Daria. "Count your blessing," said Jane, "At least Ms. Li turned
down Brittney's suggestion on how to break tradition." "You mean
the swimsuits? -shudder- You're right. I stand corrected."
Ms. Li was on the podium with the graduates to be, along
with the rest of the Lawndale High faculty. She was apparently
reveling in this, believing herself to be a key part of the
students' development. The teachers with her seemed to share
those same feelings if not as engulfed by them. The exception to
this was apparently Mr. DeMartino, who still had that gruff
expression on his face and a stare that could wound if not kill.
"Now then, let us begin the practice ceremony. -ahem- Now,
over the years, there must have been times that were particularly
hard, times that seemed impossible to cope with..." Such as this
speech, thought Daria. Ms. Li continued her almost eternal
speech with her trademark pride for Lawndale High in her voice.
Before she could finish, however, a rumbling was heard. That
rumbling became a tremor that started shaking the auditorium.
Then, the supports started falling and caused the students to
panic. Most of the students, teachers, and guests ran towards
the same exit. Daria, however, was blocked by a fallen support.
Jane turned around and called for Daria. Trent ran for Daria and
they were both separated from the others by a wall of fallen
support. They both headed to the nearest exit as the earthquake
"Oof, ugh. Daria, you okay?" "Yeah, Trent. Thanks." They
looked at their surroundings. There was a Coke machine, two
bathrooms, and nothing else. "Where are we?" "I don't know.
Never been here before." "There's no food." "And the way back
is sealed off." There was a pause. "Trent, we're gonna die!"
"-gulp-Man!" Trent sat down next to her. He was visibly shaken.
Slowly, he turned to her. "Daria, I...I'm sorry. I..." "Easy,
Trent, easy. I know. You didn't mean it. It's not your fault."
"Thanks." "Well, you wouldn't be in this mess if you had to save
me." She stood up. "Might as well get rid of this thing." She
removed her cap and gown, revealing what was her usual attire
these days. She got rid of the jacket some time back and was now
wearing modest, but darkly colored, shirts. She still had her
black skirt and trademark boots. Her glasses were still too big
for her face but she wouldn't be Daria without them, or would
Trent turned and saw her...and loved and regretted it
simultaneously. Daria had developed some as a woman over the
past couple of years. Sure, she wasn't as...'early' as her
sister or that cheerleader girl, but there was something about
her that drew him to her. Still, they hadn't been too close
lately and he figured she had no special feelings toward him. In
the beginning, she didn't seem to like him but, surprisingly
quickly, she later started to accept him as a friend. Lately,
however, they had been drifting apart. Trent had given up trying
to get her attention and tried a few failed relationships to try
to fill a void in his life. She deserved better than him anyway.
Also, he had been planning to move to Woodland with the rest of
his band to start over. He hoped to see Daria before he left
though and, at least, tell her he was glad to know her. Well, at
least he got to see her again, too bad he had to forget about
As Trent looked out the window, watching Lawndale fall apart
by the ensuing quakes, he heard Daria's voice behind him
whispering, "Oh, God. He's suffering and I can't comfort him..."
Trent turned around. "Daria?" "Yeah?" "I...I'm sorry. I...I
didn't know." "Know what?" "You...you have someone out there,
don't you?" "What...what do you mean?" "There's someone out
there you like who's suffering and you wish you could be there to
comfort him." "Huh. Uh, Trent I was talking
about...well...you." "What?" "This is your town. You must be
hurting inside." "Uh, thanks. You're right, I am." "I'd sooner
think -you- had someone out there." "Uh, no I don't." Daria
looked puzzled. Then she shrugged. They both looked out the
window. Trent saw his reflection become uncomfortable. "Uh,
Daria? I have to...uh...you know..." "Huh? Oh. Yeah. Sure.
I'll be okay." Trent went to the men's room.
Daria looked at her reflection, sighed, and sat down. She
wondered why Trent was acting so strangely. Maybe he was afraid
she'd do something to him for "killing" the two of them. Trent
would know better though. It was the earthquake that killed
them, not him. The way he was acting reminded her of herself
towards him during her first year in Lawndale, when she had a
puppy love type crush on him that she knew wouldn't take even
then. Did she ever get over that? Maybe not. She hadn't been
that close to him lately, but she still thought of him and those
were usually positive thoughts, friendly thoughts, and,
occasionally, shameful thoughts. None of these were thoughts
that she shared with her friend, and Trent's sister, Jane, even
though Jane had stopped teasing Daria about Trent being a
potential love interest for her some time ago.
Trent emerged from the bathroom to see Daria sitting and
apparently lost in thought. She looked so peaceful and yet so
distant...Trent snapped out his thought and approached her,
cautiously. "Daria?" he whispered. "Hmmm?" "You...okay? You
seem kind of...tense..." "Well," Daria returned "you seem kind
of nervous." Trent gulped. Was it -that- obvious? He silently
prayed that she couldn't tell what was bothering him...
"I...am?" "Yeah, I know what nervousness looks like, Trent. I
don't know -why- you're so nervous around me but..." Trent
sighed with relief at that statement. Then, he thought of
something. "Daria, do you want...now, you can say 'no' if you
don't want it, but..." Trent was so afraid he'd offend her with
what he was going to offer.
"Just spit it out, Trent." "Want a -gulp- backrub?"
Daria's eyes opened wide. Was Trent offering her a backrub?
Well, he was right that she was feeling -sort of- tense right
now..."Sure, Trent. I would like a backrub right now." She
waited a moment and felt Trent's strong hands on her shoulders...
"Oooh...ahhh. Oh, yeah, Trent. That feels good. Move those
hands..." Trent smirked. "Stop scaring the readers, Daria. You
know I'm just giving you a backrub. Heck, you're even still
wearing you're shirt." "Well, your sister was always a bad
influence on me," Daria joked. "By the way, that's enough for
now." Trent took his hands off Daria's back and laid down. He
wondered what Janey was doing right now. He almost hoped that
she would send a rescue team after him and Daria, but since it
probably didn't look like they were alive now, no one would even
bother to look. It would probably take a few days for them to
starve and already it was starting to feel like forever. He
looked at Daria and wondered what she was thinking.
"Hey, Daria?" "Yeah, Trent?" "You want to know what I
want?" "No. What?" "The good old days." "Excuse me?" "Well,
I don't mean the -old- old days. I mean the 'just a little
later' old days. You know, the days right after you started to
like me and we started talking. Later on, we would talk
sometimes and...laugh together. I...enjoyed that." "You did?"
"Yeah. Your laugh was a rare treat and I...really enjoyed
talking with you." Trent gulped before stating, "I'm... guessing
that it started with you liking me." Daria seemed uncomfortable.
"Uh...well..." Trent lowered his head. "That's okay.
You...don't have to respond to that." "But, Trent, I...well..."
"If you're uncomfortable in what you're about to say, don't say
Trent felt like he just gave his hopes up. The way Daria
was acting, she probably -didn't- start liking him when they
started talking. If that was true, then why -did- they talk.
Maybe she thought he was lonely or maybe she was just trying to
be nice. Well, he was still glad their conversations happened,
even if -she- didn't like them. However, Trent had always
hoped..."Hey, Trent?" "Yeah, Daria?" "I...always liked our
conversations too." "Really." "Yeah. We always had some real
thoughtful stuff come between us. You...have an interesting
outlook." "I do?" "Yeah." Trent felt better now. Still, he
wanted to lighten the mood some more. Then he remembered
He reached in his pocket and pulled out a miniature
stereo/tape player. Music technology had improved a little the
last two years. "Hey, Daria, I have one of these tape and stereo
things with a tape in it. You want to hear something?" "What's
on it?" "Well, there's a few fast songs, a slow song..." "Slow
song." "What?" "Slow song. It'll get my mind off things."
"Okay, Daria." He pushed play and a soothing slow song played.
Outside, the sun was setting. The sunset was beautiful. He
turned and saw a relaxing Daria. So was he. Somehow, Trent
built up his courage, probably because what he was going to ask
would only be a hint and his world wouldn't die if she refused
just a little gesture. He stood and asked, "Daria, would you
care to ask?" "Hmmm?" Trent realized his mistake. Good one,
Lane, he thought. "Would you care to dance?" She smiled al
ittle and said, "Sure. I'd be glad to." She took his offered
hand and took the other...
Daria and Trent danced for a while. Neither of them were
quite majestic and they kept stepping on each other's feet and
apologizing. When the song ended, Trent turned the player off
and they both sat down. They rested for a bit.
"It's pretty late," said Daria after a while. "Yeah," said
Trent. "Let's get some sleep." "Great. But...it's a cold night
and we don't have any blankets." "Well, we have your graduation
robe." Daria looked at it. "Well, it's not like I'm gonna be
leaving with it now." Daria looked at Trent. "Uh, there's only
one, Trent." "That's okay. You can take the whole one. I sleep
without blankets all the time." "I...don't think that's a good
idea Trent. Look, let's sleep toge...-next- to each other."
Trent gulped. "Well,...o-okay Daria..."
They wrapped the robe over their bodies and tried to get as
cozy as possible. It wasn't the first time neither of them had
pillows. They were as comfortable as they could get and tried
their best to get to sleep. "'Night, Trent." "'Night, Daria."
Daria awoke to see the sun rising over Lawndale's remains in
the window. She remembered the night before and sat up. Trent
was apparently still asleep, of course...
She gently shook him. "Trent, time to wake up." No
response. She sighed, wondering why she expected him to get up
before noon. "Trent, get up now..." Still, no response. Daria
began to get worried. "Trent, you okay?" She turned Trent's
head so she could see his face. When she touched his skin, it
felt...cold. His face was a ghostly white. Daria felt scared.
"Trent, don't give up on me now..." She felt his lips. They
were cold. She was on the verge of tears. Almost reluctantly,
she took his hand. It was limp. "No, Trent, no.
You're...too...stubborn. Please..., don't leave me. You...you
made me happy, you hear me? You...kept me...company..." She
checked for his pulse. There was none. The realization stabbed
her as tears flowed down her cheeks...
Trent was surprised he got up so early. Remembering last
night, he turned and saw a wonderful young woman lying next to
him. He smiled. He hated to wake her but...
"Daria, time to get up." No response. Strange. He never
thought of Daria as being lazy. "Daria?" Come to think of it,
she usually responded to him on the first or second try. Maybe
she wasn't feeling well. "Daria, you okay?" He turned her head
around, and saw a fearful vision of Daria with less pigmentation
lying...very still. Ultimate terror struck Trent at that moment.
He reached for her cheek. It was...so...cold. He was too afraid
to take her hand. He already knew what had happened...Trent
wanted to scream...
"TRENT!" "DARIA!" The two of them were now sitting up in
their "blanket". It was still night. They turned around and saw
each other. Both wanted to hug the other to prove that the
vision was just a dream, but they were still too nervous to
reveal their feelings for one another. "Uh, I'm sorry. I..."
"No. My fault. I had a bad dream..." "Same here..." "Well,
good night again." "Same here." The two lay down for a while...
Daria awoke in the middle of the night and saw Trent
sleeping. He was so...peaceful. He didn't even snore. She
always enjoyed seeing him like that. He was so...well...cute.
He was always nice to her and that was the real reason she liked
him. She sighed, thinking about how Trent had a few girlfriends
the past few years. She took that as an omen that the two of
them weren't right for a relationship after all. Daria
remembered feeling hurt but feeling happy for him at the same
time. At least she and Trent were still friends, that was
probably the most important thing. She told the truth earlier
when she said that she missed the days when the two of them would
talk. Daria and Trent may have started shaky, basically because
she was so shy around him at first, but they became better
friends as time moved on. They had some good times, even when
things looked down for them. They always took some comfort from
each other when something bad would happen, which seemed to
happen every week. Lately, her work and his music and been
getting in between them. Daria started to miss Trent. She
wondered if she ever kept her crush on him, since it was so
undercontrol these days. Something occurred to Daria, she never
had a relationship in the past two years. Why? Deep down,she
realized, she must still be drawn to, maybe even...love, Trent.
Perhaps she was just holding back her emotions, thinking that
seeing him as a friend would help her and him get on with their
lives. Well, she still liked him, respected him, thought he was
good looking, loved his music, thought he was good with his
lyrics, thought he was nice, had good values, liked his goatee,
undressed him with her eyes, was starting to have rather sinful
thoughts of him again...oh her God. She -did- still love him.
Too bad, she figured, Trent only saw her as a friend. Daria
sighed. Here we go again, she thought. After a while of staring
at Trent's face, she thought of all the little things she
wantedto do with them if they both loved each other. She would
kiss his noise, put her hand through his hair, cuddle with him.
The last one would have made her fall asleep faster instead of
until that moment.
Trent opened his eyes and saw Daria sleeping. She looked so
peaceful to him. He quickly reminded himself that she could be a
little dangerous when she was awake. One of the things he liked
about her was how Daria could probably conquer the world if you
let her. She was too smart and too darn invernable to stop. He
just wished, as perspective as she otherwise was, she would
notice him. Trent wondered, had Daria noticed him and was simply
ignoring his advances? She was smart enough for that. She was
probably ignoring him hoping that he couldn't tell wouldn't hurt
his feelings. Maybe Daria -did- care enough about him to be his
friend but didn't want to go further than that. At least she
-was- a good friend. She had always been nice to him and was
able to give Janey some much needed company.
The thing was, Daria was better looking than people gave her
credit for. He couldn't believe that she never had a
relationship during the past two years. Basically, she was so
modest and had more important things than popularity to worry
about, that she wasn't into the mini-shirts and tight pants the
other girls wore. Trent liked that. Also, she didn't wear
makeup. Trent didn't think she needed any. She was all natural.
That was what mattered.
Trent thought of how he would love to stroke her hair right
then, kiss her cheek, and, if he was fortunate, cuddle next to
her. The reason he didn't was because he didn't want to insult
her if that wasn't what she wanted. That was why, Trent
realized, he never asked her out. Still, it was fun to dream.
He imagined having a relationship with her, caring for her,
having fun together, and, in his highest but least likely hopes,
being intimate with her. He thought of what could happen if they
had a child together. It would be beautiful and he'd love it
forever. Strangely, Trent never saw himself as a family man, but
it would be worth it if he could win Daria's heart.
Still, Trent figured, Daria deserved better. He was an
unemployed guitarist and she was, well, -everything-. He sighed,
figuring that everything he just thought of would never happen
and was probably reserved for someone more deserving.
Unfortunately, that person would never get his chance because
Trent and Daria would unknowingly die in this room. Trent cursed
himself for denying the world of such a sweet creature that could
have made a lot of difference in this insane world. Before
falling asleep, he vowed to make Daria as happy as possible
before the end. Whether or not he would reveal his true feelings
for her, he did not know.
When they awoke they discovered that they had been shifting
in their sleep. Trent and Daria's arms were now wrapped around
each other. When Daria noticed where her arms were, she removed
them immediately. "Oh! Sorry, Trent." "That's okay." Daria
noticed that Trent was holding her. He must be trying to comfort
me in all this, she thought. He had always been nice to her.
"Uh, thanks," she said. This puzzled Trent. He thought she
would spurn his advance like she always did. Maybe she's scared,
he thought. He had never known Daria to be afraid of anything.
Still, near-certain death would scare anyone. Trent was scared
himself. He remembered his vow to make Daria happy. "Daria," he
asked, "what are your future plans?" He used present tense in
case past tense would upset her.
"Well," said Daria, "I was going to move to Woodland..."
"Woodland?" "Yeah. It's near..." "No, I mean I was going to
move there too. Actually, the band was. We were going to start
over." "Hmmm. Surprising. Anyway, I was going to enter college
and become a writer. Maybe do a column or a series of novels."
"You'd do fine," said Trent, "You were always good with that."
"Thanks. I admit I always liked your music." "You do?" "Yeah,
you have a great singing voice." Trent looked at her. He
thought of how this had been the closest the two of them had been
in so long. He knew he wasn't worthy of her. He wasn't sure if
any man was worthy of her. Trent was honored to even -know-
Daria at all. He wondered if...he should tell her. The worst
that could happen was her turning him down. He was almost
expecting that and he wouldn't have as much time to regret it.
"Trent, you okay? You look kinda sad." Trent gulped. It had
become a little too noticeable. He had to tell her. She
-deserved- to know. "Daria, I have something to confess." "What
is it?" "Well, first I want you to know that at first, I was
only glad that you were a friend for Janey. Then, when -we-
started talking, I liked what I heard. You were interesting.
You were also the smartest girl I had met. You were a good
person. You could take over the world if you wanted. Also, how
can I say this, you're, well,-gulp-, beautiful. I can't believe
no one would try to kill for that hair alone. You were always so
wonderfully modest, no one noticed. You...you're perfect. I
guess that's why..."
"I love you."
Trent was shocked. Daria said THAT to HIM? Trent must have
been dreaming. No, he could tell that he wasn't. "Trent," said
Daria, "make yourself comfortable. I've got a long story to
"Trent, when we first met about two years ago, something
amazing happened. I liked you. I thought it was just a brush of
hormones, so I shook it off. Then we met again, and I got that
feeling again. I was so paralized I couldn't really talk. I
guess I was in denial since I never liked a guy before or maybe I
thought that since you were considerably older than me and I'm
not exactly attractive like my sister or anything, you wouldn't
be intersted anyway. Anyway, when we started talking I got a
little more compfortable around you and hoped, if anything, you
would see me as a friend. Don't think that I just saw having you
as a friend as a consolation prize, Trent. I honestly enjoyed
our friendship since, besides you, all I ever had was Jane and
probably Jesse. I loved our talks, hearing you laugh, the times
we spent together. Anyway, when you started dating, I was hurt.
Then I figured, 'Trent is still my friend'. So, I stayed as your
friend, finally thinking that maybe we were better off that way
anyway. I honestly felt saddened with each of your breakups
since you were so happy before each one. When you were happy, I
was happy. If I was like my sister, I'd probably try to 'steal'
you, but I'm not like her and I wouldn't take advantage of you
when you were upset. I'd rather help you. Well, now that we
have a limited time to live, I guess I can say what I should've
said long ago: I love you, Trent Lane, even if you don't love
Trent couldn't be more stunned. It was like he was
dreaming. Yet, it -was- real. Daria loved him but respected
their friendship by not telling him. It was so...something. He
couldn't find an approprate word for how it felt. He didn't
really feel compfortable about telling her how -he- felt. Sure,
he understood her perfectly, but how would she take -his- story?
Would she even believe him now? Even if she did, she would
probably hate him now for not telling her when they could have
-done- something about it. Still, she -deserved- to know she was
loved, even at Trent's loss. "Daria, I don't remember exactly
how it happened or when, but..., -gulp-I love you too." He
expected her to slap him. Instead, he felt her arms around him.
"Thank you," she whispered, "I guessed that by the way you were
acting tonight, but it seemed too good to be true." Trent smiled
for the first time in a while. He tried to kiss her. "Uh,
Trent?" "Yeah, Daria?" "I don't kiss on the first date." "Oh."
Just then, the air conditioners went out.
"What was that?" "The power went out." "You mean..." "The
air conditioners are dead. Now we'll suffocate instead of
Daria and Trent held each other closer. "Daria, I thought
you would hate me for keeping my feelings secret so long."
"Trent, we're -both- at fault. I should have told you too."
"But, I mean, we could have -been- something...!"
"We can -still- be something."
It was all in the little things they did. They held each
other, felt through each other's hair, looked in each other's
eyes, whispered private jokes to each other, and just plain loved
each other. Daria did let Trent kiss her, just so she wouldn't
kiss him, even though she secretly wanted to.
"-cough--cough-Daria?" "Yeah, Trent?" "I think it's
happening." "What do you mean?" "I...think I'm...suffocating."
"Oh, God..." "Daria, tell me, do you have a...last wish?"
"What?" "Earlier, I promised myself that you would be happy. So,
ask for something, anything." "Well, there's something but...no.
It's too juvenile, too...personal." "What? You can tell me."
"I...want to see you naked." Trent blushed. That was
understandable. "Okay." Daria was -not- expecting him to
respond that way. "So, what do I do?" "You really want to do
through with this, Trent?" "If you want me to, yeah." "Well,
just...just drop 'em. Nothing fancy." "Okay." Trent removed
his shirt and his pants and Daria enjoyed every minute of it.
She interrupted him with, "Trent, keep the boxers on. You look
cute in them." Trent smiled.
"Daria, I...I think I'm dying..., getting...short of
breath..." "Trent, please, don't say that..." "No, it's true.
I...can feel it..." "Then...why aren't I dying?" "Maybe God
likes you more than he does me." "Trent, don't say that. Your
one of the best guys I've known. You have a reason to live."
"You're the best woman I've ever known. Tell Janey that I love
her and that Jesse was the best friend I could ever have." "I
will". "I love you, Daria." "I love you too Trent, and I'll
always remember you." Daria was on the verge of tears. Trent
put his hand on her cheek. "Don't cry, Daria. I want to see the
Daria I always knew...," Trent stopped himself. "Daria, would
you do me a favor?" "Sure Trent, what...?" Daria realized the
door she opened when she asked Trent to strip down. "Would you
take off...your glasses?" "Huh? Oh, sure." She did. Trent pu
this hand up to her cheek again. He smiled. "You're beautiful."
That did it. Daria leaned over and kissed Trent on the lips.
"I...I thought..." "We've known each other for a long time,
Trent," said Daria, "This isn't our first date." Trent smiled.
"Heaven...won't have angels...as good as...you..." Trent's eyes
Daria was crying. She had finally broken down. Trent was
still alive, but his pulse was stopping and there was no hope
left for him. The man she respected the most, the man she loved,
was dying. She felt Trent's chest. Daria looked back at her
life, from being born in Highland, to Quinn's birth, to moving to
Lawndale, to the past two years. She tried to find something in
her life to be proud of. She did. She never gave in to
pointlessness. Even at times she probably did, it was short-
lived and quickly forgotten. She never wrote a novel or became
Queen of some foreign land, but at least her -real- goals were
more realistic than Quinn's or a lot of people. Earlier, she and
Trent were discussing about their funeral and wither or not they
would be remembered. Trent told her that her family and their
friends -would- remember her, and he was probably right. She had
done things that would be very difficult to forget and, despite
what some may have said of her, she knew that her family loved
her. Besides, near the end, she finally fell in love, and that
was what she might have needed at the time. She smiled and held
Trent close to her. All she wished was there their could have
been a time when she and Trent would...would...it's amazing what
type of circumstance would allow someone to have dirty thoughts
of another. Daria figured that she deserved the pleasure at
least one sinful thought if she couldn't have the reality of it.
That thought was interrupted when Daria felt another earthquake
Daria had moved herself into a corner when she saw the next
earthquake destroy the roof. She shielded Trent and tried to
brace herself from the debris. Soon, the shaking stopped. Daria
slowly picked her head up and saw that the roof had collapsed.
The night air was coming in. They were going to live! Now if
only...Trent would make it. "Trent?" No answer. "Trent, wake
Trent felt air reaching his nostrils. He slowly opened his
eyes. He saw the night sky, filled with stars. I must be in
Heaven, he thought. Strange, he continued, I expected clouds.
Well, maybe it was night. Then he saw a familiar angel look down
on him. This is so cool, thought Trent, now Daria and I can be
together forever. "Trent, you're alive!" "I...am?" He got up.
It hurt some to get up, so he -must- have been alive. "Woah,
Daria. Remind me never to lock myself in an airtight chamber."
Daria grinned. "I won't, Trent. Now, let's try to get out of
Daria and Trent had managed to climb out of the hole in the
roof of where they were. Fortunately, it was a low ceiling.
They groggily made it back to the main building. Trent was more
groggy than Daria. She hoped they could find help for him soon.
When they opened the door, they found Jane and Jesse hugging each
other. They both reacted at the sight of Trent and Daria.
"You...you're ALIVE!" "Barely." Trent collapsed. The other
three surrounded him. "I'll...I'll be okay, Daria. You...find
your family." "Okay, Trent. There are a few things I want to do
anyway." She leaned over and kissed him. "'Bye. I'll see you
As she left, she heard Jane ask Trent, "It...happened? Say,
did you guys..." "No."
Daria later met Jesse and the Lanes again. "Is Trent okay?"
"Oh, yeah. He's fine." Daria kneeled to face Trent who had his
back propped up to the wall. "You okay, Trent?" "Yeah. I was
talking to Janey and Jesse. We were going to get some pizza
afterwards. Wanna come with?" Daria smiled. "I don't think I'm
gonna be far from your side for a while, Trent."
Daria awoke in the middle of the night covered only by her
blanket. She looked at the ring that had been on her finger for
the past five years. The said ring was placed there five years
after the earthquake. Earlier that evening, she and Trent had
just had the most romantic night of their lives. She turned to
him and his eyes opened. He grinned his killer smile. Without a
word, Daria reached for her husband's hair. She felt like
singing but would not allow it. Instead. Daria simply smiled and
let a tune be thought in her head. La la LA la la, she thought,
la la LA la la.