She loved her for three years.
Beginning from a glance, progressing from an awkward, almost one sided friendship.
She loved how once trusted, the girl, in her own way, felt more at ease to depend on her and from observation, realized, on her alone.
She loved her dearly, like she loved no other.
And then, one fine summer day, she loved the girl no more.
The ceremony took half a day of endless Shinto prayers and stories, about the girl that lived too short and with dreams left unfinished.
She held her heart in, as she watched the casket lower, 6 feet underground.
Her love, along with the past 3 years, hitting the dirt with a small anti-climactic thud.
It felt like she stood there forever, holding her gaze as the men threw dirt over and atop where her friend lay sleeping, never to wake with a huff again, like all those afternoons ago.
Like forever, until her heart would cease from shattering into nothing, that will slowly but surely consume her for the days to come, she knew.
Like forever, until her hand felt a small tug and her eyes were torn away, only to land on a familiar face, and on familiar viridian green eyes, so bright and alive like the ones from her beloved, she thought, was too ethereal and beautiful, it could only belong to her and her alone.
Green eyes, big and innocent looked at her with question.
"Onee-chan" The little girl began her voice a small echo in the falling rain.
"How do you know my mom?"
Her heart, that day, she realized, was now buried 6 feet underground.
A heart that, although had been reduced to dust and ashes, restarted, thudding in her ears so loud she heard nothing else all.
TBC
Author: Just to let the few people who might miraculously like this story know, I'll be a little busy with my fourth year thesis, company internships and whatnot so updates may be slow. Hope you don't mind though.