[A/N Just a little something to explain why Rinoa forgot about the whole incident. Grief and pain in losses can sometimes take over so much of a person's mind causing that person's view to change so much…

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Little Rinoa looked over at her mom. They had been driving for a long time and still they hadn't reached their house.

"Mommy, why are we taking so long?" She asked.

"Because, angel," She began not taking her eyes off the road. "there are a lot of people out today and it's traffic."

Rinoa sighed a big sigh and stared out the window.

"What was that for, Rinny?" Her mom asked. "I'm the one driving!"

Rinoa couldn't even smile at first at her mom's comment. But she mustered a tiny smile which soon turned into a giggle.

"Becauuusssssse!" Rinoa said babyishly. "I want to play. Outside."

"Toooooo baaaaaaaaad!" Her mom mimicked her voice.

Rinoa started giggling away despite her complaints.

"Mommy, how much longer?" She asked, getting bored again.

"Maybe half an hour." Julia Heartilly took a strange turn and rode in a different route. "Let's take a shortcut."
"Showtcut." Rinoa said.

She sighed again and stared once more out the window.

"I wish I was back at the pretty house with the pretty garden playing with my new friends." She informed her mom.

Rinoa had truly shown a love for the garden she had been in. She thought it to be the most beautiful thing she had ever laid eyes on. The connection she had with it was absolute and now she kept picturing it in her head, imagining how fun it would be to just stay there and play and touch all those flowers in the wind…

"I wish you would stop complaining." She tickled Rinoa playfully with one hand, because her other one was on the wheel.

"I wish..." Rinoa began again, but the car took a sudden jump and she squealed in the middle of her sentence.

The car spun around suddenly and another car was headed straight for them. Rinoa's eyes were wide with fear. Her new necklace was dangling and threatened to fall off so she grabbed it and held it tight.

"Mommy..." She whimpered.

"Hang on, Rinny!" Julia Heartilly spun the car wildly and they crashed into a tree avoiding the car that had nearly run them over.

"Mommy!" Rinoa yelled. Her mom had blood covering her leg and a wounds from the broken glass on her face and arm.

Rinoa as well had a cut on her arm which seemed so tiny compared to the wounds on her mother.

A fire began to spark in the front of the car and Rinoa could smell smoke already.

"Rinoa, get out!" Rinoa's mom pushed her out of the car last minute as the fire spread around the car. As Rinoa crawled away as fast as she could, the car exploded.

Rinoa turned around when she heard it happening and she saw the bright, hot flames. Tears welled up in her eyes.

"Mommy!" She kept on repeating. She held on to her necklace tightly. Her tears fell faster. She ran towards the fire and the car where Julia Heartilly, her mom, was but she tripped on the way and a person came up behind her and pulled her away.

"...I want my mommy." She whimpered. She hadn't let go off the necklace for a second and was still holding onto it then.

She ran away, far away. She heard someone call her but she didn't look back. She didn't turn back. She just kept running. People began to stare with concerned faces at the little girl, with a wound on her arm, some burns and tears running freely from her eyes.

Rinoa just kept running. She finally stopped when she saw the stone house she had just been in. She had run very far but she wasn't tired. Just sad.

She ran towards the house and she knocked on the door. Matron opened it and was very surprised to see Rinoa there, tears on her little red cheeks and a bad wound on her arm.

"...Mommy's gone." She whimpered softly.

"Rinoa, sweetheart, what's happened...?" Matron picked her up and smoothed her hair down, trying to comfort the little girl.

"...Mommy's gone..." Rinoa repeated, burying her head in Matron's shoulder.

She heard someone run up the stairs behind her.

"Excuse me, ma'am..." He said to Matron, whoever he was. Rinoa didn't really care. She just held on to her necklace.

"What happened?" Edea began to speak to him about Rinoa. When she finally did find out what happened, she carried Rinoa back.

She and Rinoa both didn't see the curious and forlorn boy with brown hair, blue eyes and an orange shirt, watching them the entire time.

"Rinoa, you have to go back now, to your father. Okay?" Matron said to her gently.

"I don't want to..." Rinoa cried. "I want to go to Mommy..."

"Rinoa... I'm sorry but... you have to go with your father." Matron tried to tell her, as Rinoa clutched her necklace so hard that her hand turned white.

In the end, Rinoa's father came and took her away. Rinoa waved sadly to Matron who gave her a gentle hug.

Rinoa held onto her necklace throughout the day and throughout the night. It gave her what comfort she felt able to take.

Though, when she held onto that necklace she remembered the comfort, the tragedy and her mother. She noticed only the ring and so the memories with the chain lay forgotten.