Moments
Prologue
It was raining and the rain complimented the event that was happening in the manor of one of the greatest clan in the country. People were wearing black and their face showed no emotions except that of sadness. This clan was known to be stoic and expressionless but this event seemed to have melt away all there defenses. The place was distraught and was stressed.
A young woman wearing a traditional white kimono with neat cherry blossom petals pattern that were painted in it was lying in a glass covered bed and she was surrounded by splendid looking flowers. She looked more peaceful and angelic which should have received a few gasps and a lot of praises from the crowd that have gathered around the lady. But in that moment in time the event was different. The lady was dead.
You can hear the silent sobbing of family members and close friends as the casket of their beloved maiden was being put down in a hole beside the person's most cherished sakura tree. Everyone was sad to have lost one of the kindest person they may have ever encountered. She loved everyone and she was loved by everyone.
Shortly after the last mound of soil was turned over to cover her, people were slowly departing and they gave their condolences to the family. One by one they departed, when at last a little petite girl with innocent lavender eyes and a bluish-black hair about the age of 6 was the only one who remained by the grave. She was wearing a black kimono with a white obi. She slowly read the tombstone and was trying to let the fact sink in that her mother was already gone. She sat on one of the rocks, hugged her knees and rested her head on it, and then she silently sobbed.
Unbeknownst to the petite girl, a raven haired boy with such dark eyes around the same age as the girl was, was observing the girl from afar. Bored of waiting for his parents to finish conversing with the deceased family he went for a walk through the hallways of the manor. The he spotted the petite girl which he saw in the burial and identified her as the eldest daughter of the deceased.
He was enchanted at what he saw and at the same time felt such extreme sorrow that radiated from the girl. It seems that even under that enormous sorrow the girl seemed too beautiful. He felt like he had not seen such sorrow before than what the little girl was showing right now. It seemed to even capture him in its sorrow.
After mustering enough courage, he went near the sobbing girl and held one of her shoulders. The girl looked up with tear stained face and an incredible amount of sadness that looms around her. The boy's heart felt a slight clench in it and he was fighting the urge to hug the little girl and take all her worries away. But the strong-willed boy can not resist the urge of hugging the crying girl and tried to suppress the sorrow in her by hugging her.
Then he sat next to her and let her cry on his already damp shirt (both from tear and the rain). They both sat on comfortable silence. Only the wails of the wind, the gentle drops of water and tears on the loam soil and the sobbing of the girl were heard.
At last the girl tried to start a conversation with the boy that held me right now. She started…
"Ano... w-why would anyone w-want m-me to be a-alone and so t-they took a-away o-okasan?" the girl blurted out trying her hardest to keep her stuttering to a minimum. The unfazed boy kept quiet because he was clueless but he nodded his head as a sign that he was listening.
After the girl have blurted out there was yet another uttered silence. Both were too comfortable to destroy that silence and so they kept it that way. In that silence they felt that it was in a world that seems to be where they belonged, then the boy went on by saying…
"When the world takes everything you loved it may be cruel but all you need to do is find your strength." It was the very first time he has said anything that long to a complete stranger and the very first time he comforted anyone without even knowing their name. It was a strange thing to do but he felt good after saying those words. He seemed to have lightened up the sobbing girl on his side and that made him feel good. It made a certain weight lift up his shoulders when the little girl looked up on him and smiled ever so gently.
After all that was said they agreed to go to the garden of the manor after soft rain has ceased and the first rays of the sun were seen.
They sat on the swings of the garden with the girl sitting and the boy pushing the little girl back and fort. They laughed, chatted and laughed even more when they shared stories and even secrets no one knew about them.
They run across the garden and finally halted to a stop. They fell in the field of flowers her mother has made and taken care of. They both had a smile plastered on their faces. He has never felt happy before just because of playing, in fact he have never played before nonetheless with a girl at that
Then suddenly the nanny of the little boy came out and asked for him. She said that they were looking for him everywhere and that his father was already flaring up and that his mother was so worried. The boy flustered with what his nanny said to him and excused himself from the petite girl and went with his nanny.
When he reached where his parents were he saw his father with a knotted brow and his mother about to break down and cry. Then they both noticed him and relief was evident in them. They immediately prepared to head back home bidding farewell to the family of the deceased.
He saw the petite girl slowly emerging from the crowd when he was already in the vehicle towards home. The girl was waving her hands and was smiling. He was happy to see her one more time but then he felt a sudden feeling of stupidity for he forgot to ask the girl her name. But quickly dismissed this thought because he knew that they will meet again…
On the other side, the girl was feeling the same thing and was ashamed that she had missed very vital information about the boy. But then she assured herself that she will meet him again….
They both thought
…We will meet again…
…We will meet again…