Author: Kisakino Ookami
Title: To Be Loved
Chapter Four: Rainbow Tears
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone or anything in VPM.
Summary: A girl runs away from home, wishing only to be truly happy. To be loved. But sometimes, happiness cannot be found in this world . . . Only in the fantasy one . . .
Other: Make sure you read my other fics, I Am and Until Then! But for now, read and review!
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*~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Diary Entry ~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
Dear Diary,
I remember a lot of things she did for me. She loved me. I remember that. But I'm afraid. I'm starting to forget what she looked like. That's another reason I ran away. To find her.
To find myself.
I'm starting to forget what I'm supposed to be like. A lot of people said that I was the mirror image of my mother. I looked like her, talked like her, _felt_ like her. What she felt, I did also. I loved when she did. I laughed when she did.
Which wasn't much.
I even cried when she did. Which was almost all the time.
So now that's she gone, I don't know what to feel anymore. But I do know that I feel sad. I feel sad that she's gone. And I feel angry with my father, for making her go away. And I feel . . . lonely.
Mom.
I remember the stories you used to read to me. I remember. I really do.
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Flashback ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
" . . . And so they lived happily ever after."
Haruna closed the book, shutting her bruised eyes for a moment, only a moment.
When Haruna opened them again, she saw that her daughter was fast asleep, covers tucked up to her chin snugly. Hikari's chest rose and fell with each breath, long, deep ones.
She got up from her sitting position on the bed slowly, slowly. Hikari did not even flutter an eyelash.
Haruna brushed back Hikari's bangs from her sleeping face, and then kissed her forehead softly. She nearly burst into tears when she once again saw the black-and-blue spot on her daughter's cheek.
She straightened, walked to the door, and turned off the light. The rays from the lit hallway spilled out into the room, falling across Hikari's peaceful form. She watched her daughter in slumber, watching, waiting, loving . . .
She shut the door completely, then pressed her forehead against the coolness of the wooden door.
Her last words were but a whisper.
"The end."
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Diary Entry ~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
Mom?
Why can't you find me so that we can finally live happily ever after?
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Real Life ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
Tears streaked down her upturned face as she gazed at the sky above. Gray clouds overhead were full, waiting to turn black with hate and anger to vent its rage on the city below. Winds blew, and she could hear thunder from far away.
The raindrops poured down, lightning flashed, thunder crashed. Winds whistled, even as fierce air currents blew and tore at her slim frame. The heavens cried out their frustration with this cold, unloving world. They were letting out the pain that was Hikari's for her, since she could not.
The rain battered her face, still facing the heavens above. Darkness, darkness, dark.
When the winds died down and the lightning and thunder went on their way, they took the light-stealing clouds with them. Only clear sky could be seen above, already turning orange and pink and lavender with twilight. Night was coming, and she had nowhere to go. The only place she could stay was right here, right here in an alley with empty cardboard boxes and trashcans full of garbage and stray cats and ugly, disgusting rats. This world was ugly. There was no denying it.
But, overhead, she could see the slight, pale form of a rainbow. And the sky wasn't too shabby, either, with all of its sunset hues and tints. It was as if the sky was smiling at her.
And she smiled back.
"I love you, Mom."
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That's it for the fourth chapter. Read and review, and don't forget to do the same with my other fics! And no flames, please! I appreciate efforts to help me improve my work, but please be polite about it!
Quote of the Day: If the door to success is locked, you can always climb through the window of opportunity.
Title: To Be Loved
Chapter Four: Rainbow Tears
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone or anything in VPM.
Summary: A girl runs away from home, wishing only to be truly happy. To be loved. But sometimes, happiness cannot be found in this world . . . Only in the fantasy one . . .
Other: Make sure you read my other fics, I Am and Until Then! But for now, read and review!
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*~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Diary Entry ~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
Dear Diary,
I remember a lot of things she did for me. She loved me. I remember that. But I'm afraid. I'm starting to forget what she looked like. That's another reason I ran away. To find her.
To find myself.
I'm starting to forget what I'm supposed to be like. A lot of people said that I was the mirror image of my mother. I looked like her, talked like her, _felt_ like her. What she felt, I did also. I loved when she did. I laughed when she did.
Which wasn't much.
I even cried when she did. Which was almost all the time.
So now that's she gone, I don't know what to feel anymore. But I do know that I feel sad. I feel sad that she's gone. And I feel angry with my father, for making her go away. And I feel . . . lonely.
Mom.
I remember the stories you used to read to me. I remember. I really do.
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Flashback ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
" . . . And so they lived happily ever after."
Haruna closed the book, shutting her bruised eyes for a moment, only a moment.
When Haruna opened them again, she saw that her daughter was fast asleep, covers tucked up to her chin snugly. Hikari's chest rose and fell with each breath, long, deep ones.
She got up from her sitting position on the bed slowly, slowly. Hikari did not even flutter an eyelash.
Haruna brushed back Hikari's bangs from her sleeping face, and then kissed her forehead softly. She nearly burst into tears when she once again saw the black-and-blue spot on her daughter's cheek.
She straightened, walked to the door, and turned off the light. The rays from the lit hallway spilled out into the room, falling across Hikari's peaceful form. She watched her daughter in slumber, watching, waiting, loving . . .
She shut the door completely, then pressed her forehead against the coolness of the wooden door.
Her last words were but a whisper.
"The end."
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Diary Entry ~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
Mom?
Why can't you find me so that we can finally live happily ever after?
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Real Life ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
Tears streaked down her upturned face as she gazed at the sky above. Gray clouds overhead were full, waiting to turn black with hate and anger to vent its rage on the city below. Winds blew, and she could hear thunder from far away.
The raindrops poured down, lightning flashed, thunder crashed. Winds whistled, even as fierce air currents blew and tore at her slim frame. The heavens cried out their frustration with this cold, unloving world. They were letting out the pain that was Hikari's for her, since she could not.
The rain battered her face, still facing the heavens above. Darkness, darkness, dark.
When the winds died down and the lightning and thunder went on their way, they took the light-stealing clouds with them. Only clear sky could be seen above, already turning orange and pink and lavender with twilight. Night was coming, and she had nowhere to go. The only place she could stay was right here, right here in an alley with empty cardboard boxes and trashcans full of garbage and stray cats and ugly, disgusting rats. This world was ugly. There was no denying it.
But, overhead, she could see the slight, pale form of a rainbow. And the sky wasn't too shabby, either, with all of its sunset hues and tints. It was as if the sky was smiling at her.
And she smiled back.
"I love you, Mom."
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
That's it for the fourth chapter. Read and review, and don't forget to do the same with my other fics! And no flames, please! I appreciate efforts to help me improve my work, but please be polite about it!
Quote of the Day: If the door to success is locked, you can always climb through the window of opportunity.