"There will be another occasion..."
That was what her uncle Qrow used to say, there would always be another occasion, maybe that time she would have failed, but next time it would be better, she should not be discouraged. In life she always had to win or lose, this time it was her second, but maybe next time, she was completely going to do it next time.
In the attic she could not help but see something that caught her attention, she was in search of something to be able to present in her class about who her parents were, he had found an old storybook, a couple of photographs and an old scythe cover.
But among the things she found an object that caught her attention, an old cloak of her mother. She notice that it had something engraved on it, it didn't look like anything she had seen before. It took a long time to decipher it, but when she saw it carefully, she was shocked, it was not a drawing or an embroidery, it was a blood stain.
Ruby released it immediately frightened by that horrible vision. But when she took it back in her hands she could notice something peculiar, the mantle seemed not to be stained, it looked like the drawing of a red rose, painted with a very dark red color. When she sensed her smell, she realized that it didn't smell bad, of course it smelled like dust, but it seemed that her father had wanted to wash her on several different occasions.
But the stain was still there, it was even ironic the cloak that belonged to her mother had a rose made of her own blood painted, perhaps for that reason Dad had hidden it, seeing something so hard would have hurt her fragile childish mind, and having encountered this little relic of the past, it made her wonder how that mission could have been.
Sometimes she stayed up at night imagining her, she used to have nightmares when she thought about how her mother had died, added to the helplessness and fear she felt from seeing her in the worst state, but she understood her sacrifice, both her uncle and her father They told her, she did everything she did for love and her family. There was never a moment where she would doubt doing the right thing, for the people she loved or for her daughters.
She struggled to keep her home together and strengthen the ties that had been broken, that was the example she had left. Not focusing on what she had lost, moving on with what you had despite the difficulties and accepting what would come with a smile, that was her mother and although her face was always blurred in her memories, the photos helped her Remember her better.
Then she heard someone climbing the attic stairs interrupting her thoughts
"Oh Yang ..." Ruby spoke surprised to see her sister approaching.
"Hello Ruby, how are you doing? Are you having fun in the attic? " She asked laughing lightly, laughing at that little pun.
"Yeah, I was just checking mom's old things..." Ruby mentioned seeing her mother's cloack in her hands and Yang saw her gasping in surprise.
"Oh, I see..." Yang whispered around her little sister with her arm.
"I miss her a lot Yang..." Ruby said sadly feeling the closeness of her older sister.
"Yeah... I miss her too Ruby" Yang replied, resting her head on her little sister's.
"She left very soon, and sometimes I feel I have no memories or memories of Mama Yang..." He said resting his head on the shoulder of his older sister.
"I know Ruby, but don't worry" Yang said looking into her eyes.
"Mom... wherever she is, keep taking care of us. Regardless of the time that passes or the things we do, she will always be with us" She mentioned helping her dry her tears.
"Don't cry, Ruby, anyway, Dad made cookies. We go before he or Zwey finishes them" She said winking to get up and down the attic stairs.
"Jeh... I'm going after you sister" Ruby said arranging the white blanket in the small box where she had found it, then go next to her sister, but not before giving one last look at the small space where her mom's stuff were stored and taken care of with much affection.
"Good night mommy..." She finally whispered to leave the attic where:
In that home, there was a canvas, lost between things and memories. A canvas painted with blood and tears. A canvas that existed to be a memory, a canvas that told a story of a love between two people who had been abandoned, surpassing themselves to form a family, a canvas that told the tragic outcome of that family. Marked eternally with the stain of a bloody rose.
But instead of ending an unfinished story, it gave life to a story that was just beginning with a bloodstain, the will of two girls grew, not only to follow the example of their parents, but to overcome the pain. The story of a brave, gentle, noble and kind woman, who taught them that they should not grieve over what they had lost, but move forward with what they already had. A beautiful story told on a lost canvas.
Chains of Roses.~
The memory of a goodbye, distant days gone by.
Old paintings in the attic, that time will find.
Watercolors of friendship in red and gray, I'll be there, every time when smiling resists loved.
From that painting that you and I paint the heart of a canvas that hasn't lost its color.
If your hands and heat merge with my dreams today
Why die? There is no reason, there is no other day.
If death and love tangle threads of love, Chain of Roses.
I will cry your goodbye and the pain will laugh, but to love you is to resist in this life.
Fight to overcome eternity, to stand alone.
The memory of a goodbye, the days that go by unintentionally.
If we need something to tell words to say.
Your gaze that is lost as scattered as the sea.
And despite everything with you I will prevail.
The interwoven harmony of this love.
You and I sing that will sprout from the heart and the sound of your voice.
I will sing with mine at last and for once
If there is a reason if there is any, why die and love be one.
When joining the Chain of Roses.
Rivers of passion will fill my sea and for each skin a thousand tears of love and I singing along with you.
The endless melody.
The song that is gone, it's a memory that lefts.
And that comes back to relive every moment the same.
Our dreams are no longer, the same as yesterday.
And love won't come back, I don't know where I need to go.
The distance did not help to continue, it vanished... the magic that existed between you and me.
But love is strong and it was how he woke up. And so, he returned.
And now here you are and you will not leave, my destiny is not to forget you, by your side I am, you will not be able to leave me.
The song that you no longer heard, why did it come into our lives and that is how you will never forget me...
The Chain of Roses Joined Us. ~
It will continue in: RWBY Black Rose