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*It's been 6 years.6 years since I held his face next to mine..since I cried in his arms..since I fell in love...* Chichiro gazed sadly out of her apartment window. She was on her own now. Her father had fallen ill a few months after they returned from the Spirit World..and her mother..she left one day while Chichiro was at school..left a note and a large sum of money. ~ Dear Chichiro~ You are better off on your own. I will be fine. I promise to write to you every day! Love Always, Mother
She never wrote. She never called. Chichiro snorted in disgust, and continued cooking her breakfast. At least she could manage on her own. The money from her Father's death and the money her Mother left her provided her with rent for years and years..yet she still held a job. * I may be a daydreamer.but I'm not stupid!* Chichiro thought to herself. Her mind kept drifting back to the Sprit World. *Do they miss me? Does he..* She shook her head.and made up her mind.
"Nobody would miss me..if I went for a little while," She said to the squat, moss-covered statue in front of her. She shifted the heavy backpack on her shoulders and walked through the tunnel. The sun was just dipping below the trees, and she had to hurry, or she wouldn't make it onto the boat.
She was just in time.the last of the passengers filed onto the barge as she slipped past them and hid at the back. Suddenly a large shadow cast over her. She timidly looked up into the face of the Radish Spirit. His eyes twinkled with happiness as he scooped her up and held her. Chichiro giggled and hugged him back. "It's good to see you are well, Radish-Sama!" He nodded happily and put her back down. She held his hand as they stepped off the boat. "Have a good evening!," She said, and bowed politely, before running up to the bridge.
*It's been 6 years.6 years since I held his face next to mine..since I cried in his arms..since I fell in love...* Chichiro gazed sadly out of her apartment window. She was on her own now. Her father had fallen ill a few months after they returned from the Spirit World..and her mother..she left one day while Chichiro was at school..left a note and a large sum of money. ~ Dear Chichiro~ You are better off on your own. I will be fine. I promise to write to you every day! Love Always, Mother
She never wrote. She never called. Chichiro snorted in disgust, and continued cooking her breakfast. At least she could manage on her own. The money from her Father's death and the money her Mother left her provided her with rent for years and years..yet she still held a job. * I may be a daydreamer.but I'm not stupid!* Chichiro thought to herself. Her mind kept drifting back to the Sprit World. *Do they miss me? Does he..* She shook her head.and made up her mind.
"Nobody would miss me..if I went for a little while," She said to the squat, moss-covered statue in front of her. She shifted the heavy backpack on her shoulders and walked through the tunnel. The sun was just dipping below the trees, and she had to hurry, or she wouldn't make it onto the boat.
She was just in time.the last of the passengers filed onto the barge as she slipped past them and hid at the back. Suddenly a large shadow cast over her. She timidly looked up into the face of the Radish Spirit. His eyes twinkled with happiness as he scooped her up and held her. Chichiro giggled and hugged him back. "It's good to see you are well, Radish-Sama!" He nodded happily and put her back down. She held his hand as they stepped off the boat. "Have a good evening!," She said, and bowed politely, before running up to the bridge.