Chapter 6:
D e p a r t e d S o u l s
By: Tinkerbell
My sister was a lovable person. Rose Anita Hoshi was her full name and like the rose, she was delicate and beautiful, kindhearted and forgiving, but can also be a prickly as its thorns. She was loved by a great number of people. She was engaged to a handsome young man, Kioshi Takashi just 5 months ago. The two of them planned to spend the rest of their lives together.
However, they didn't quite happen. Rose was killed in a terrible vehicle collision, along with our father, Jirouhiko Hoshi. They were both planning to come visit me...
The day of the funeral was such a tragedy. Attending were her closest friends, Kioshi, my mother, Helga Sinclair, and I, Elaine Sakuya Hoshi.
I felt extremely remorseful for her devastated fianceé. Their dreams of living together happily had shattered into a million pieces. This made me realize that I could leave this planet any time and I didn't want to be left an unloved being.
Kioshi went up to the coffin and placed an exquisite bouquet of white roses on it. He whispered something and then turned over to me. "Well, at least I know she's in heaven," he said, forcing a smile.
After the funeral, Ms. Sinclair and I sat in her car and drive towards her residence.
She noticed I was in tears and handed in a small soft handkerchief. "I'm sorry," she quietly said.
Words could not escape my lips...…I was too depressed and concerned to speak.
My master tried to break the silence. "Death is a part of life. My husband died years ago."
Weakly, I began to converse. "How did you feel?
Silence again.
"Look, the point is that the past cannot be changed. You can't mope about it forever. That causes you to be weak."
Judging from her hesitation, she was probably still hurt from the death of her husband. I admire her strength to live on, even after a loved one died.
We walked into her mansion, where the two of us had coffee. I saw a trace of empathy in her facial expressions...her icy exterior had melted.
I looked down at my cup of coffee. "Are you going back to work?"
"I asked for permission to stay at home from work today," she replied, stirring the cream into her coffee.
"...And why is that?" I asked, hoping for the answer I had to my head.
Helga continued stirring the cream, not saying a word.
"So...about your husband-how did you feel when he...died?"
She let out a frustrated sign and raised an eyebrow at me. "You just don't know when to quite, do you?" Sipping her cup of coffee, she wandered into the living room and stood before the fireplace as if she was thinking of something. I quietly ambled into the room and stood beside her. Deciphering her inner self was complicated and difficult. Apprehensively, I placed my hand over hers.
She looked at me and then at my hand. "You hand is cold...mind if I start up the fireplace?"
My heart felt if it melted. I loved it when she was considerate like this. "I'll get the firewood..."
I started walking off but Helga restrained me from doing so.
"You've already had a bad day so far. I'll get the firewood."
My heart was beating rapidly. I wanted to wrap my arms around her and tell her how much I loved her. However, what happened later was even better.
The radiant fire blazed and danced around violently in the fireplace, which perfectly defined the emotions within me. We were sitting very closely to one another on the couch, with me leaning on her shoulder and a warm soft blanket embracing the two of us. Helga had her arm around me as she talked about the relationship between her husband and herself. Despite the conversation topic, I was quite comfortable. It felt like we had already known that I loved her and that she loved me back. Unfortunately, she was most likely just trying to comfort me but she was doing a splendid job.
"...Then one day, I found out that he was killed in a war. I learned to accept the fact that life doesn't last forever and that death was perfectly natural."
I head rested on her chest. "Have you ever considered falling in love with someone again?"
"I try to avoid it. That way, I won't feel devastated again," she said. "Love causes pain."
"What if it dragged you into it unbreakable chains?"
"Elaine, you are one of the strangest people I've ever met," she chuckled to herself. "Why do you ask?"
"I was just wondering..."
"Do you already have your sights on someone?" she wondered aloud.
I blushed and nodded. For once, I felted loved by her. Even though it was a disastrous day-losing my beloved father and sister whom helped me countless times throughout my life, Helga and I grew closer than we ever have. For once, she was acting like an actual person.
In the depths of the night, I noticed Helga sleeping on the couch. Slowly, I drew my face closer to hers and laid my lips on her silky skinned cheek.
"I love you, Helga."
D e p a r t e d S o u l s
By: Tinkerbell
My sister was a lovable person. Rose Anita Hoshi was her full name and like the rose, she was delicate and beautiful, kindhearted and forgiving, but can also be a prickly as its thorns. She was loved by a great number of people. She was engaged to a handsome young man, Kioshi Takashi just 5 months ago. The two of them planned to spend the rest of their lives together.
However, they didn't quite happen. Rose was killed in a terrible vehicle collision, along with our father, Jirouhiko Hoshi. They were both planning to come visit me...
The day of the funeral was such a tragedy. Attending were her closest friends, Kioshi, my mother, Helga Sinclair, and I, Elaine Sakuya Hoshi.
I felt extremely remorseful for her devastated fianceé. Their dreams of living together happily had shattered into a million pieces. This made me realize that I could leave this planet any time and I didn't want to be left an unloved being.
Kioshi went up to the coffin and placed an exquisite bouquet of white roses on it. He whispered something and then turned over to me. "Well, at least I know she's in heaven," he said, forcing a smile.
After the funeral, Ms. Sinclair and I sat in her car and drive towards her residence.
She noticed I was in tears and handed in a small soft handkerchief. "I'm sorry," she quietly said.
Words could not escape my lips...…I was too depressed and concerned to speak.
My master tried to break the silence. "Death is a part of life. My husband died years ago."
Weakly, I began to converse. "How did you feel?
Silence again.
"Look, the point is that the past cannot be changed. You can't mope about it forever. That causes you to be weak."
Judging from her hesitation, she was probably still hurt from the death of her husband. I admire her strength to live on, even after a loved one died.
We walked into her mansion, where the two of us had coffee. I saw a trace of empathy in her facial expressions...her icy exterior had melted.
I looked down at my cup of coffee. "Are you going back to work?"
"I asked for permission to stay at home from work today," she replied, stirring the cream into her coffee.
"...And why is that?" I asked, hoping for the answer I had to my head.
Helga continued stirring the cream, not saying a word.
"So...about your husband-how did you feel when he...died?"
She let out a frustrated sign and raised an eyebrow at me. "You just don't know when to quite, do you?" Sipping her cup of coffee, she wandered into the living room and stood before the fireplace as if she was thinking of something. I quietly ambled into the room and stood beside her. Deciphering her inner self was complicated and difficult. Apprehensively, I placed my hand over hers.
She looked at me and then at my hand. "You hand is cold...mind if I start up the fireplace?"
My heart felt if it melted. I loved it when she was considerate like this. "I'll get the firewood..."
I started walking off but Helga restrained me from doing so.
"You've already had a bad day so far. I'll get the firewood."
My heart was beating rapidly. I wanted to wrap my arms around her and tell her how much I loved her. However, what happened later was even better.
The radiant fire blazed and danced around violently in the fireplace, which perfectly defined the emotions within me. We were sitting very closely to one another on the couch, with me leaning on her shoulder and a warm soft blanket embracing the two of us. Helga had her arm around me as she talked about the relationship between her husband and herself. Despite the conversation topic, I was quite comfortable. It felt like we had already known that I loved her and that she loved me back. Unfortunately, she was most likely just trying to comfort me but she was doing a splendid job.
"...Then one day, I found out that he was killed in a war. I learned to accept the fact that life doesn't last forever and that death was perfectly natural."
I head rested on her chest. "Have you ever considered falling in love with someone again?"
"I try to avoid it. That way, I won't feel devastated again," she said. "Love causes pain."
"What if it dragged you into it unbreakable chains?"
"Elaine, you are one of the strangest people I've ever met," she chuckled to herself. "Why do you ask?"
"I was just wondering..."
"Do you already have your sights on someone?" she wondered aloud.
I blushed and nodded. For once, I felted loved by her. Even though it was a disastrous day-losing my beloved father and sister whom helped me countless times throughout my life, Helga and I grew closer than we ever have. For once, she was acting like an actual person.
In the depths of the night, I noticed Helga sleeping on the couch. Slowly, I drew my face closer to hers and laid my lips on her silky skinned cheek.
"I love you, Helga."