Nee-san.
Such simple words, some of the first I ever spoke. The best two-syllables in the world. Sister. Soeur. So many other names for her. So many ways that people confuse our relationship.
Tomoe.
The most wonderful woman in the world, murdered by the killer of her fiancee. She never smiled- except at him. The bastard who stole her life away from me. I did and do love her more than anyone else in the world. But her beauty- her sad eyes and magnolia skin, were her downfall. That man could not forget her beautiful face. I did love her beauty as well, though. Whenever she let out a slight show of happiness, she always seemed so young, so... joyful.
I wanted to be like her.
She was kind, graceful, sweet. She never made judgements, she treated the servants with as much respect as she gave our father. Before he ran. When he ran, she respected him even more. She always told me the same thing, each long day.
Never take Father's name in vein. Always respect the man who gave us life. We are born of our Father, and must protect what his reputation saves us from. He is a great man for not wanting us to see his ungraceful decline to madness- bless his soul.
"Bless his eternal soul, guide him along the passage safely, may he reach Nirvana quickly, may his lives until then be long and prosperous." I whispered beneath my breath as I sat pensively on the bench. Tomoe had taught me that one, before she left to find her eventual murderer. Pray for me, Enishi. Pray for me while I am gone. Destiny is an unstoppable force, and we should all be wary of where it leads us. It certainly lead her, did it not? She fell in love with him.
I put my face into my hands, and let out a big sigh. So bittersweet, her memory. Such a wonderful woman, such a tragic ending. Never have I loved anyone as much as my sister, stolen from me over ten years ago. But she was only my idol, only the person I want to be. Her death has not put a stopper on my plan, has not ruined the character I might've been. Still, I live each day the same as the last- hoping, wishing, praying, that I might see her smile again.
I looked up, searching for some sign in the sky. I expected the sun, perhaps a rainbow, even rain- it started to snow. Light flakes of white powder fell on me, acting harmless, acting as if it was always white. But I knew better than that. The last time I'd seen my Nee-san it was snowing- and her blood had dyed it red.
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Aurore