This is a remake of a story I dreamt of one time. It was so strange; I decided to share it with the world!! This is my first story, so tell me what you think about it!

That girl with white wings… I remember it clearly. Her indigo eyes shined with dreams as her smile warmed up my heart.

I was in Europe, hiding away from that accursed destiny. Sitting on a bench on a cold, midwinter's day as trains picked up passengers. My violin was sitting next to me, getting covered with miniature snowflakes. Everyone walked on by, not paying any attention to the foreign stranger who was covered with white. I couldn't move. I was pained by the memories of my family.

My son's smiling face when he listened to me play, my daughter's shining eyes when she looked at the singer on the television, and most of all, my wife's happiness when she looked at our family.

She and I were sinned; both forced to work in her father's company. Our children would be forced to work there also. I didn't want that, I was so selfish. I left my dear family for my own sake. My wife begged me not to go, her eyes pained, while my son comforted his crying little sister. I had to go, or else my music would be used for evil. I apologized to my children as I slowly closed the door.

First thing I had to do was get out of Japan, or they would come after me. I stopped by the observatory where my friend worked to say goodbye.

"Hey, Tsu!"

My friend popped his head out from a doorway. His eyes brightened.

"Oh? What are you doing here?"

"I'm leaving." I answered bluntly.

My friend's face turned to worry.

"You mean-"

"Yes."

My heart was beginning to break. I was hurting a lot of people for my own means; I wished it didn't have to end like this. My friend was probably thinking the same thing when he threw me a money clip.

"Thanks."

"Promise me something though," he looked at me with teary eyes, "Don't hurt anymore people if you care about them."

Those words echoed through my ears as the snow got deeper into my trench coat.

"Stupid snow." I muttered as I picked up my violin to go somewhere warmer. I was stopped before I even got up. There was a little girl in front of me, her face stained with tears. Her indigo eyes glittered with wonder as she stared at me. I knew no English so I spoke to her in my native tongue.

"Um, are you lost?"

The little girl broke out of her trance and nodded her head.

"I can't find my big brother."

'So she speaks Japanese also.'

Her eyes immediately filled with tears as she remembered who she was looking for.

"ONII-CHAN!!" She sobbed.

I tried to comfort her as she cried, because people were beginning to stare.

"I-it's alright. I'll help you look for him." I got up and grabbed her tiny mitten covered hand.

"Now where were you with him last?" The little girl wiped her tears as she struggled to get any words out.

"I-I w-was told to w-wait her for h-him."

"You mean he was supposed to come by train?"

The little girl nodded her head.

"Well then, I'll stay with you until he comes."

Her eyes brightened up as I searched for a place inside the train station to sit at, it was getting colder, and I was shivering uncontrollably. There was a deserted bench far from the ticket counter, but it was better than getting soaked. As we two sat there, the girl seemed jumpy. Her little feet kicked against a column, and at random times she jumped from her seat and then sat back down.

She did this three times before I decided to distract her with my violin. The girl looked at me as I played a sad song; she touched the violin gently and carefully as I stopped.

"How pretty."

, "But can I ask you something?" I nodded.

"Can you keep a secret?" Of course I could, I still kept secrets from kids whom I knew when I was five.

"Okay mister, but you have to pinky swear it." She removed her mitten and stuck her pinky out while I wrapped my pinky around hers.

"Okay, I promise."

"Take it to the grave?"

"Take it to the grave."

She turned around to show her back to me.

"Look!"

I had no idea what I had just promised to, my eyes widened with surprise as wings began to show on her back.

"Nani?!" I almost yelled before I covered my mouth. She looked so proud when she turned around and yelled, "TAA DAA!"

I was flabbergasted!

"W-wha-"

"I am of a desendant of an important person!"

For some reason, I began to smile, and then I began to laugh so hard, tears streamed down my cheeks. I really didn't see that coming. I patted her head as she pouted.

"That wasn't a joke."

"I-I'm sorry." I answered as I wiped my face and tried to stop laughing. "it's just strange to see someone with bird wings."

"They're angel wings!"

I had to change the subject fast, she was beginning to cry from anger. I suddenly realized that I didn't even know what her name was, so I decided to ask.

"Oh? My name is Mai Tachibana, I'm five years old!"

'Five', I smiled sadly. Same age as my son, he would have had fun teasing Mai.

Mai noticed my eyes that were tearing up. "Um, what's your name mister?"

A single tear streamed down my cheek as I looked down at the tiny angel, "My name is…"