The one winter where everything changed. Honestly it couldn't had happened in a another season. Winter felt... right. Where everything was cold, dead yet a brilliant white. Well.. until ..
Sometime that winter
No one knew when... no one knew why... no one knew who.
The only one who knew was the victim.
And the perpetrator.
An area of white snow was stained red and yet covered , so easily to be forgotten , by fresh fallen snow.
The ghost of the victim, scarred and bearing regrets, holds his head down at the memory.
"Remember? They died sometime last winter"
That's all the living know. Sometime ... last winter... they died.
Everything changed? No. Nothing had changed. The person no one knew stayed the same. No one knew.
He dare not speak of it. It's not worth being voiced.
What had happened happened.
"Sometime last winter they died... in an accident "
An accident? How do they know...
What if it was planned?
What if... was it really an accident?
I guess it makes the living feel at ease. To believe it as such.
I mean it very well could be.
The snow continues to fall. Burying the truth , just as the living had buried the body.
Mitsuba's death and the mystery behind it infatuated me. Don't be surprised if I write more in it.