What would you think of me now? Mother?
Would you be ashamed to even look at your only son now? Could you look at my hands stained with so much blood?
I wonder, Mother.
At first I thought that killing the man that had father and you framed and had both of your killed would bring you back. Avenging what happened to Aya would wake her up, but it didn't. I killed Takatori Reiji and nothing changed. Father and you were still dead, and my little sister did not open her eyes.
I realized something then, I was no better than him and I was nothing but a failure. I had failed you and father. I could not save my sister.
Instead I am a heartless murderer, no better than those Kritiker deem unworthy to live. More like them than I care to realize.
That is why I wonder if you'd be ashamed of me now. If you ever let the bloodied hands of your son touch you. If you could love this cold hearted murdered.
I am sorry...Mother.
Fujimiya Ran turned and left. The only proof anyone one was there was a dozen white roses and a single red one.
I wrote this while at work and very tired and bored (I sit around in a arena pretty much doing homework or witting). I got no idea if this sounds like Ran or not, as I've only read the manga though a translator (it was translated into Italian, and I can only read French and English), and the closest I have to watching the tv series is English dubbed bloopers. So review please, please and tell me how I did!