Fudou stroked Sora's hair, looking at it's blue locks with tenderness.
She looked so much like Haruna.
"Ne, Papa." Sora looked up, as her dad took a minute away from brushing her hair, "How come I never saw how Mama looks like?"
Fudou stared at her.
Her eyes, green and happy.
"I like your eyes." A flustered Fudou stuttered out to Otonashi, after a dare. It wasn't a lie, though. Her eyes were always so cheerful and full of life, always dancing in the light with beauty. He liked that about her.
On her death bed, her eyes were still young and beautiful, as she held Sora in her arms, with a smile.
Her hair, soft and blue.
Fudou stared at the girl in front of him, her hair a mess as she lay asleep in their bed. His hands reached out to touch it, slowly. It was just so tempting, so beautiful. Soft, silky. He stroked it. It was so much unlike his own- his hair was rough and dry. Haruna's was silky and always fell in place beautifully, bouncing as she walked. Beautiful.
On her death bed, it lay around her like a crown, making her look like an angel.
The glasses.
"Eep!" Haruna's glasses fell off the kitchen table as Fudou pushed her into it, his arms wrapping around her tight. He remembered that. It was the first time they kissed, the first time he told her he loved her. He had to pay for her glasses later on.
On her death bed, her glasses lay next to her, still the same red ones she had always used.
The smile.
That was what Fudou fell in love with. Her charming smile, one that always lit up the room no matter what. The smile on her face whenever she saw Raimon win a match, or when Kidou gave her a penguin plushie for his little sister's birthday. Fudou loved her smile.
On her deathbed, she wore the exact same smile as she held her child.
A tear slide down Fudou's cheek.
He wiped it up quickly, clearing his throat.
"Well, you can see her right now, in your reflection. You look just like her."