It began with two girls, a mountain, a pink ball, an act of jealousy, and of course, death.

Most of the time, death is the key to a long chain of reactions that may never seem to end. Each journey must involve death right? Death can be anything, really, but it is unavoidable and will come to you sooner or later, depending on a range of variables. The story isn't actually this depressing, but still, it is quite an interesting one.

Nice to meet you.

I'm Miyako.

It was a sunny, cloudless day on a mountain. I didn't bother remembering what it was called because I was too lazy to find out.

And I most likely never would.

There were two girls, the older looking one with long black hair tied up in a ponytail and a pair dark brown eyes like chocolate, the other had short light brown hair with two small ponytails with eyes like the afternoon sun.

When it was the older girl's turn, she threw the ball high and far, so far that the younger girl had to chase the ball.

While the other girl waited impatiently for the younger girl, a high-pitched scream rang throughout the mountain.

The older girl ran towards the source of the scream and found the sun girl dangling off the cliff holding onto a branch, the ball falling towards the nothingness. One tried to grab the other, telling to hold her hand.

I really wish I could say that her arm was long enough and caught her hand before the sharp crack of the branch.

It was too late.

As the girl fell, she shouted her sister's name, the older one yelling "Sakura!" before the little girl disappeared among the forest below the cliff. The black haired girl then collapsed and began to cry her heart out.

She was a girl.

A girl who lost everything she truly treasured.

That girl was me.

I was six at the time.

I was an unwanted child.

After Sakura's death, I was alone. My parents shortly died afterwards, due to a mudslide on the same mountain. I now lived at the Springtime Orphanage, where I was alone. None of the children talked to me. I was beaten by the older children nobody wanted. I did well in school, but I was friendless.

Then I met Ayumi.

Her parents suddenly dropped her off at the orphanage during a time when the world was grey, so gray the world seemed to be wearing it like a sweater.

She was two. I was eight.

Her hair was an almond brown and her eyes were the light blue sky. They were the brightest thing I could ever find in the orphanage.

She would have been perfect for Sakura.

At first, she was shy, always watching me. One day I found her peeking behind the corner of a hallway keeping a steady gaze on me. What I saw in her eyes were kindness, curiosity, and happiness despite receiving a recent beating the drunken owner or the orphanage, Kurt Cratser, or Krusty as the children like to call him. Realizing she had been spotted, she made a small eep noise and slowly walked to me, handing me something. It was a KitKat.

I was surprised, and accepted her gracious offer. It was my birthday and I turned nine during a chilly November.

Since then, Ayumi and I began to talk more often, and slowly, I began to treat her as my own little sister.

It became official on a rainy night. Lightning sparked across the sky and the boom of thunder echoed throughtout the air. My hard bed made it uncomfortable to sleep in and it creaked loudly in the quiet room. The door was cracked open and a sliver of light leaked in.

It was Ayumi. She just had a nightmare. "Can I sleep with you?" she asked. I moved over and she snuggled in. After a while, silent tears were falling down her face like a small river, saying she wanted her mommy and daddy back. I felt a wanting to comfort her and held her close, saying calm sh-sh sounds and telling that Onee- chan would stay with her.

I finally felt that my world was beginning to heal.

And it was all thanks to Ayumi, the girl who was the sky.