Darkness.
It was the very first thing that she had seen. A pure and pitch black of emptiness. Her eyes roamed around her surroundings and as to be expected, no one nor anything is present. Yet, she was here, all alone. She muffled her voice, desperately calling out someone's name. Whoever it was... she cannot remember though on whose name it was... it could be anyone.
Desperation.
The anxiety that is filling her has forced her to call it out in hopes that she will be spared from this dark and unforgiving place. To the point that her whole body gave out along with her voice.
How much time has passed?
In her loneliness, a light suddenly began to dance in the darkness, a pure and untainted white. When she looked up to the sky, a myriad of them entered her vision.
How much time that she had learned what it was?
"Hey, are you alright?"
Snow.
"Are you alone?"
In any event, that was the first time that she had seen and figured out what it was. She cannot remember that much but whenever winter is coming, it made her remember someone who is special to her.
When and where did it happen?
The orphanage where she came from was named, The House of Gracious Love. The head of the family built it as a place for children without homes. On how did she end up in there where are her parents at or what became of them... she did not know. The only thing that she ever received from them is her name.
Fujikura Yuu.
She didn't know how long she had been there but as one of the less spoken orphan, her voice ceased to work in there. Her prolonged stay in the facility and her timid nature combined, she had completely forgotten on how to speak for herself.
There was this instance when someone from the outside that came in the facility to cook for them. A man together with his son... the two of them cooked for all of the orphans and happiness were evident on their faces. Yet, she did not respond to anything, only staring at the man who was spending time with his son.
It pained her to see them... getting along. She cannot bear to see a parent and a child getting along, knowing that she wouldn't be able to feel those. It was something that she never has and something she will never obtain.
The bond between a parent and a child.
In her fit to escape, she ran out of the orphanage. She ran away as far as her feet go on, she didn't know how long she was running but she eventually slip onto something. She rolled on the cold and hard ground...
How far away is it? Perhaps... this was the perfect place for her. For someone such as her who has nothing, this might be it. No one will ever bother of calling her out. No one would seek her out.
She would always and would all be alone...
*sob...*
"You scraped your knee... let me see it."
When was it?
Who was he?
It's been so long and yet... she still remembered... how she was saved by him...
A/N: This is not a chapter... I know that I've been stalling this one for many months now and by April, this story will reach a year after it's last update. This is only a preview of the fourth chapter and I put this out to at least alleviate some PM's and reviews that I have abandoned this story.
Allow me to put in a little rant about what happened.
First of all, laziness, that one thing that played a large factor.
Second, ideas that won't just go away until I write it in a paper, evident on the stories that I published.
I don't know when I will release the full chapter but when I do, I will delete this one. I just have to deal with real life stuff right now.
So, that's that! For those of you who are sending PM's, you guys are the best! (no sarcasm intended!)
Thanks for bearing with this author's rant!
