The Prayers That Pass Through Time
Star Stealing Girl
"Urunda hitomi no oku ni
Kawaranu kimi no sugata."
"In the depths of my tear-filled eyes
Is your everlasting beauty."
~Inori - Lena Parks
I died when I was only ten years old.
I don't remember how. Why. Where.
My own name is even forgotten.
When one passes on, they are given two options: Become an "angel" of heaven with the duty of bringing those passing spirits to the world.
Or be reborn.
Both choices, however, leave a heavy burden to the bearer.
Becoming an angel gives the risk of losing every sort of semblance of who you were when you were alive. Your memories. Your family.
Your very being.
Reincarnation is automatic erasing of memories, but at least it eases the weight of losing your memories slowly, almost painfully, as you go through the process of becoming one of Heaven's lingering spirits.
For you see, if you choose to be one of the immortal, you will either keep your memories throughout the entire process.
Or you will gradually start to forget.
Part of me is happy that I chose to become an angel. There is always the chance that I'll regain those lost feelings somehow. I've heard of it happening – I've seen it happen.
But the other part of me wishes to completely forget and be reborn with humans once more.
I didn't know any better. No one had explained the details to me when I had made my choice. I thought that I'd get to stay to see my family, to watch over them and all those I cared for.
I still remember bits and pieces of my life before this. Mainly colors and strange shapes.
Long strands of bright pink.
My mother's smile...
Obnoxious orange fabric.
Obsidian objects of circular form.
A hand as warm as my own...
Damn it, I was so young.
Still naïve.
Still innocent.
I was just a child.
One who had passed on too soon in her life.
Well, let's see how this story progresses. Don't worry, this'll probably be the shortest chapter.