August 15th.
It was a calm, pleasant day. The sun was shining as the wind gave a mild breeze. This lazy summertime setting gave a strong sense of nostalgia which opened a lock to many buried memories. Walking down a path surrounded by viridian shaded trees, a woman, who looked to be in her twenties, strode down the path; a bunch of Forget-Me-Nots were clutched within her delicate hands. There were no people down the path at the time so the soft rustles of the trees and her lonely footsteps could only be heard by her alone. In time she arrived at a steel black gate. The girl inhaled as her long, snow-white hair swayed in the wind before continuing through the gate.
It was not her first time here, far from it, this was a frequent spot for her to come to, she often found herself here when she felt lonely, she would come here for small conversations, even if all of them were one sided. The steps she had been taking within a steady rhythm began to slow, her vibrant red eyes transfixed on what was in front of her. Kneeling down, the white haired girl slowly removed her right hand from the flowers she held, brought up her hand and gently traced the golden lettering on the smooth, marble surface. A small, doleful smile became apparent on her facial features.
"I've been thinking about you a lot today, Seto."
'Seto Kousuke'
To anyone else who passed by it was just a name; to her it was much more. His name meant more than friendship, even more than love, it was the name of a person who saved her from loneliness and helped her face a world which was not meant for someone like her. Even though she was one quarter Medusa, her lifespan was still incredibly long compared to humans. She knew this was a possible ending she had to face yet it still brought tears to the woman's crimson eyes when she remembered those summers she wished could last forever. After realising she was still holding the flowers in her left hand, she leisurely placed the Forget-Me-Nots by the grave.
"It's been a long time since we gathered at the base, hasn't it?"
She'd never forget. No. She couldn't forget. The memories they all shared, the bonds they all held. It went further than simply not forgetting, she would relive and replay them in her mind forever. Her hair began to wriggle as she reminisced on such things. That happiness they found would stay with her forever.
"It would have been nice if you would have been given a third chance at life, but I guess that's asking for a bit too much isn't it?" The beads of tears that rested on the corners of her eyes gradually began to overflow. "You're not even around to comfort me anymore," As her left hand clutched her skirt, she brought her right forearm up to wipe her tears. "… But y'know, I think that it's because you did it so often, I'm able to carry on even if you aren't here. In fact, after all that we've been through, I'm a lot stronger than I used to be!" Mary tried to keep her breath steady. It was okay to cry, she knew that but she was sure that with the efforts Seto gave to bring her happiness, he wouldn't want her to be so upset. She had closed her eyes and evened out her breathing.
The next time her eyes fluttered open, she could see the sunset. Sometimes on relaxing summer days Mary had stayed longer than usual, however it was clumsy of her to fall asleep, but she didn't mind. Standing up and brushing down her clothes, she turned to the grave once more. Her expression softened.
"I love you, Seto." It wasn't spoken much louder than a whisper, and once the phrase left her lips, she began to make her way back down the path from which she came.
