'Come with me…'

The blue eyes sparkled like star under the moonlight. It was intoxicating. His stretched out his hands, damaged palm that'd normally disgust girls such as herself, but for some reason she wanted to take it.

No, she knew why. She had been waiting for that boy.

'Come on… Rin…'

He stood in a branch of sakura in front her, his violin case on his back just like always when he's travelling. Rin raised her kimono and climbed her window, a wide smile plastered on her face.

"… Yes…"

Long time ago, she said she wouldn't do it.

She couldn't do it.

But then, her heart had been broken, and one day it shattered and made her a slave to her own mind.

The boy had appeared so many times before, and Rin had always cried herself to sleep after she said no. Her husband would ask her what's wrong when he entered the room only to find her crying, and his kindness would only make her cry harder.

Her shattered heart made her took his hand, her distorted mind made her unable to use her senses clearly.

He grinned as she took his hand, and helped her jump to the branch. Rin laughed when her body slammed against his when she landed on the branch, and held him close in an instant.

It happened in spring when the air could still freeze your blood.

By her window, there was an empty bottle of sake that Rin must have drunk to keep her body warm.

Not long after, when her husband came into the room, he rushed immediately to the opened window only to find her broken body on the ground below him. He howled, and soon everyone in the mansion found her.

She was broken; her body twisted into odd angles and the ground was dyed red by her blood, still oozing from her head.

And yet, she was smiling peacefully.

Surely, like Wendy, she's happy with her beloved violinist in her eternal dream.


This is what happen when classic stories somehow attracts me. Again.

Yumezakura is Hitoshizuku's, and Peter Pan is Barrie's. Mash up idea is mine. So R&R