Yearning Embrace
Long, long, long, weeks of fighting—dying—surviving—repairing and laughter passed in just a short amount of days. The day when I was summoned and on the day she was born. I was a girl…..no, a shipgirl who was beyond joy.
Oh…my dearest husband. I wish you could see this right now.
She can sail straight now. She can do amazing maneuvers that I, her mother, can't even dare to perform. I was not expecting her to be something like this. The way she smiles at me it makes me….it makes me sad.
The two of you have the same smile. The two of you had the same eye color; the two of you have the same attitude. My dearest husband, I wish you could see her right now.
It's been a bloody year after you died. After you died by my own doing—how I wished to relinquish that very memory. The words that you have said to me on that day are still fresh in my mind. I may not be able to write it on this very letter but I—I still remember it.
My dearest husband, are you doing fine right now? Are you eating your breakfast? Please don't overwork yourself okay?
I am yearning your soft embrace, my dearest husband. I am still remembering it during my idle times at the office even when I am casually sitting on a bench outside of the naval base. I really miss you….how I wished I've arrived sooner on that day.
I am terribly sorry that you died on that day.
I am terribly sorry that you've experienced that on that day.
I am terribly sorry for loving you dearly.
I am terribly sorry—
I am terribly sorry—
I am terribly sorry—
I am terribly sorry—for killing you on that day.
Admiral…
I am yearning your soft embrace…..
Will I feel it once more if I end myself today?
Will I….?
Sincerely Yours,
—Yodo.