In a field of flowers sat a young girl with red hair. Her eyes fell on the delicate flower she picked. White, frail, and sad yet they were the best bouquet this patch of wild flowers had to offer. A single tear fell from her clear green eyes and landed on the soft white flower petal.
"When I couldn't see a future and I was afraid. When the future was clear and it hurt to see, I'd just close my eyes and lose myself in happier days.
The happier days when Matron found me sitting on a pile of rubble and I met Fang for the first time. I don't remember much of my parents, just that they had gave their lives in the war. Sometimes when I daydream about them, I imagine a woman with red hair like me and a man with kind eyes wearing a uniform. She would hum a lullaby lulling me to sleep. Even though its made believe, it would be something that kept my mind at ease. Still though I was happy, I had Fang, the other children, and the kind smile Matron always had even when times are rough. We never did have much. Always barely scraping by, but we had each other no matter how broken our family was.
But what happens now when she's gone? What future will we have, Fang? What future will the children have without her?"
-xiii-
Vanille, the red headed girl pushed passed the creaky church door and slowly walked to the plain wooden coffin in the center. A group of children surrounds the coffin as Fang, age 20, the oldest of the group stood tall next to the coffin, offering a hand to take Vanille's flowers. They exchanged glances and no words needed to be spoken. Fang withdrew her hand and turned her eyes to the old woman that laid peacefully within the coffin. Vanille stepped forward and gently laid the flowers she had picked on top of their beloved Matron's bosom.
"Sleep well, Matron."
So just a warning. My grammar is terrible. I just felt like writing this because they're my OTP. So yeah... please bare with it.