~*~A Brisk Morning~*~
I walk down my old street, lined with abandoned apartment buildings. The leaves have turned and are starting to fall now. Life seems so dismal and still since they left me. Mom and Dad, they died last month in a train wreck. IÕm on my way to the bus stop now. I have to move to my auntÕs house in southern Japan, change schools, change friends, again. The once beautiful leaves fall, desperately reaching up to the sky.
My friends all seemed like strangers on my last day of school here. All so cautious, not wanting to intrude on my frightful life. As I reach the bus station IÕm in a daze. I canÕt believe theyÕre dead. I still have two yeras left of school. Wow... The bus comes, itÕll be a long ride.
~Aunt MarieÕs House~
ÒHitomi! Over here!Ó A voice calls from the crowds.
I look up confused, abruptly awoken from my subsequent trance. Someone takes my arm, shaking me gently,
ÒHitomi, Hitomi? ItÕs me, Aunt Marie.Ó
All I see is a pair of emerald eyes, so much like my mothers, with so much caring. I manage a small smile, I feel hollow, IÕve cried myself out. I can feel my eyes, red and swollen.
ÒYou look tired. As soon as weÕre home IÕll show you your new room.Ó Marie says, trying her best to comfort me. She was fairly young, barely 30, with blonde curls and a gentle face, with bright green eyes. Beautiful, and if she was anything like my mother she would be an amazing friend.
I feel lost, confused. The landscape outside my window becomes a blur, streching on forever. I donÕt want to be here alone, alone, so alone. I drift into a dreamless, fearless sleep.
When I woke we were pulling up to a great big house. The mansion was beautiful. Lush, full gardens surrounding this places reminds me of a dream I once had, of young flowers and stepping stones.
A young man helps my aunt carry my bags inside, IÕm too groggy to see his face. I follow their slow pace up the steps from the garden. I stumble, as I start to fall backwards the young man catches me around the shoulders. I catch a quick glance into his dark amber eyes, so beautiful, but so cold...
I walk down my old street, lined with abandoned apartment buildings. The leaves have turned and are starting to fall now. Life seems so dismal and still since they left me. Mom and Dad, they died last month in a train wreck. IÕm on my way to the bus stop now. I have to move to my auntÕs house in southern Japan, change schools, change friends, again. The once beautiful leaves fall, desperately reaching up to the sky.
My friends all seemed like strangers on my last day of school here. All so cautious, not wanting to intrude on my frightful life. As I reach the bus station IÕm in a daze. I canÕt believe theyÕre dead. I still have two yeras left of school. Wow... The bus comes, itÕll be a long ride.
~Aunt MarieÕs House~
ÒHitomi! Over here!Ó A voice calls from the crowds.
I look up confused, abruptly awoken from my subsequent trance. Someone takes my arm, shaking me gently,
ÒHitomi, Hitomi? ItÕs me, Aunt Marie.Ó
All I see is a pair of emerald eyes, so much like my mothers, with so much caring. I manage a small smile, I feel hollow, IÕve cried myself out. I can feel my eyes, red and swollen.
ÒYou look tired. As soon as weÕre home IÕll show you your new room.Ó Marie says, trying her best to comfort me. She was fairly young, barely 30, with blonde curls and a gentle face, with bright green eyes. Beautiful, and if she was anything like my mother she would be an amazing friend.
I feel lost, confused. The landscape outside my window becomes a blur, streching on forever. I donÕt want to be here alone, alone, so alone. I drift into a dreamless, fearless sleep.
When I woke we were pulling up to a great big house. The mansion was beautiful. Lush, full gardens surrounding this places reminds me of a dream I once had, of young flowers and stepping stones.
A young man helps my aunt carry my bags inside, IÕm too groggy to see his face. I follow their slow pace up the steps from the garden. I stumble, as I start to fall backwards the young man catches me around the shoulders. I catch a quick glance into his dark amber eyes, so beautiful, but so cold...