Hi guys,so Im back with a new fic. Ill update this one without a pause. (PROMISE)

Genre: Romance, Tragedy, Hurt/comfort

Five years since my life started to rip slowly, as each year passed by, I could actually hear that sound, the one you hear when you tear a page. I could feel everything falling apart. Sinking below the surface. Five years since my best friends left my side to accompany their own lives. And three years since my fathers murder. The case still isn't closed but we had to move from B-pit into this heck of a town. His business was closed which meant my darling mother is now to work in houses, to pay for my fees. I can work, but not with the load of books. It was my fathers dream, she said, that I get a masters degree in mechanics and take after him. Two months ago, another page got ripped out of my life. Ginga was murdered too. He grieved for my father and shared my pain. I loved him dearly. A lot has changed.
My mother isn't used to the harshness of working as a servant, I insist that I work instead of her, but she knows me well. I have this great load of studies. So she wouldn't let me work. I'm afraid, shes growing old, I can see it behind her beautiful face. She's the last page left in my book. Any day from now.
Today, as my mother peered at me from behind a huge pile of books, I knew she had it coming for me.
"Madoka, love, I need to talk to you"
"What about?" I asked, innocent as ever.
"C'mere" she whispered. I put down my pen and scrambled toward her. She hugged me tight and we seated on the sofa, facing eachother, my hands in hers.
"You see, im growing and feeble, and I dont have much time and energy left, so, um... I wanted to say, that you start preparing yourself" she looked at me as if to make sure, then continued "I'm sure you get it, right?"
I gave a small nod. "But mother, how am I to manage without you?"
"Oh, you are a very intelligent girl, im sure you'll do alright." She placed a hand on my cheek and smiled.
I couldn't get myself to turn those corners that had forgotten to lift. I frowned. That was the end of our short conversation, and the last.

I woke up in the middle of the night, and went to my mother's room to check on her. I rubbed my eyes tiredly. She was sleeping blissfully. I went back to my room to get some sleep, not knowing the life changing events to follow the day after.

Beep beep beep.
My alarm clock sounded in my ears. I woke up to find that I was running late for my institution. Strange that my mom hadn't roused me from my slumber. I slopped to my moms room. She was still sleeping. I shook her gently. She didn't move. I called for her, she didn't reply.
So I knew that the last page had been ripped.

Yup, so this is it, the first chapter. See ya later next week