They had just purchases their dream home. It had been for sale for a few months, and it was too expensive for most people who would love to make it their own. Sitting across from the ocean, it almost glimmed in the sunlight, and it seems that when the tide would swoosh in, it would welcome them at their doorstop.
Inside was spacious, enough for a family of ten to easily fit into. Eight grand rooms, with at least one window facing the sea and its fabulous beach. It was also, after its older purchase, was custom made to have a music/art/dance studio, and its attached two-story garage built to satisfy its occuipants.
Furinture, artifacts, and the decor were flown from designers and manufactures from around world, the walls were once decorated in paintings, and pictures of a little girl with big eyes and purple hair, and a few CDs in gold cases, as well as some racing atuographed pictures and figurines.
It was just a house! Everyone would agree, a very fancy, house, but all the same, just a house!
But not to Michiru it wasn't. She had lived there for years with her family. It was filled with many a momory; scrapped knees, christmases, birthday parties, dead goldfish, and the infamous dance lesson.
She sat in the car, staring out the window at the new couple stading next to the realtors sign. Haruka shook their hands and nooded in converstaion. Michiru couldn't bring herself to be out there with her partner, she know she should, but....she just...couldn't. It was too hard.
Soft ricochets of laughter from outside drifted into the serenity of the car, and Michiru felt a tug at her heart. Happiness didn't come easy to her anymore. She looked away from the window to her feet. Tears slowly and painfully began to sting at her eyes and blurring her vision.
NO!
She was sick of crying, the tears felt like little fits of despair clinging onto her. In her heart she knew she had to let go, but how can someone just do it? Let go of the precious memories and feelings she's had for so long.
It isn't the same without Hortaru. Her and Haruka's Hotaru.
"She's supposed to be here," Michiru whispered through her tears as she heard the door open next to her.
Haruka slid into the drivers seat and shut the door. She looked at the steering wheel, and then over to Michiru, her head bowed. Harkua tilited her head, and put her hand on Michiru's knee.
"You alright, Michi?" she asked, softly. Michiru shook her head.
"No, 'Ruka, I'm not ok. How can I be?" She raised her head and looked at her. Haruka brushed the hair away from her face, and sighed.
"I know its hard, Michi, we will miss her so much. But, you know this is for the best." Michiru nodded.
"Hai."
Haruka turned back to the steering wheel and turned on the ignition, and put the car into drive. Slowly they retreated out of the property that once was their own, and the awkward silence ate at both of them.
Michiru looked out the windshield, tears still flowing down her cheeks. She had to bury her daughter, and now sell her house? What has this world come too?
