The Flower Garden.
Summary
He told her not to look back, she hasn't since. HakuxChihiro. Drabble.
Rated K+
Tad bit of a depressing set
Disclaimer:
I do not own Chihiro, Haku, Spirited Away nor the elastic. The way I worded things belongs to me though.
He told her not to look back, so she didn't.
She didn't look back at the promise Haku (no, rather Kohaku she chided to herself) when she moved to another school. She didn't look back when she was slowly moving farther away from where she made her promise with him. How her mind slowly was forgetting the most simple details.
The colour of his eyes, the misty green colour she had come to known was slowly fading away from her memory. Was his hair brown? Blond? Black? How old did he look? What colour was his skin? Soon, she didn't even care about these small details. She didn't even care she was forgetting.
By the time she made it to university, she had almost completely forgotten about Haku.
No, she never looked back.
When she was asked to marry, she didn't even flinch.
Over time, she had forgotten completely about her adventure, about Haku, and about his promise.
Time can only wait for so long and Chihiro had frown frail from waiting.
Perhaps it was for the best.
Waiting for so long only made her heart wrench to a commitment she wasn't sure she could make, she wasn't sure if she could wait any longer. With each passing day, her eyes would get brighter with new life. She became livelier and mature. Responsible, etiquette, joyful, caring, all of these things she became.
She never looked back when her fiancée left her.
She would never look back and continued with her life.
She eventually moved back to where it all started, but by then she didn't feel any connection with it. Simply a small town where she had grown up in for a year.
But at night, in the flower garden her heart will wrench, her eyes will water for she'll remember a promise to someone she can't remember.
Someone who never came for her.
At night, she loses all her maturity, all of her personal experiences and she is simply Chihiro, the small frightened child.
Her elastic shines it's brightest at these nights. The one thing that'll always protect her.
Author's Note: Yeah… I know, I know, I'm supposed ta be working on my Valkyrie Profile 2.
But atleast it's just a drabble, neh?
Hopefully it didn't turn out too badly, think I dragged it a bit too much, what do you guys think?
If you guys think it's good enough, I may continue this even if it is rather bad.
For one thing, I made the flower garden too vague of where she is, the way I word things it awkward at times.
Though I intentionally spelled color colour 'cause that's how we spell it in Canada, eh?
Well anyway, tell me what you think, not that angsty but whatever and I hope you enjoyed reading it.
Remember, review!
Taokitty
P.S. I hope this isn't a clichéd idea, I know having Chihiro rather old is the ideal thing for most fanfics it seems so… Shrugs
Please tell me if what I wrote is clichéd please! Or overated.