Shining rivers, glimmering stars, reflections of a past that, though is not remembered, is not forgotten.
Grew up, so fast in such a short time. So short.
Like a leaf in the forest, it was just a fraction of the time spent living.
Begged to meet again, hoped to hold hands again.
Parting smiles, bitter sweet.
Last brush of fingers, small cry of,
Embrace me!
from the heart.
Such sweet sorrow.
So long ago.
Grew up more, never forgetting.
May not remember, but it is not forgotten.
Night visions swirling like a tide of water; eyes, a parting smile.
Echoes of love… echoes like in a cavern filled with emptiness and water.
Such sweet sorrow.
So long ago.
Grew up more, held someone's hand, vows exchanged, rings, tears, joy, laughter.
Still not remembered nor forgotten.
"Chihiro?"
"Mmm?" she opened her eyes and glanced his way from where shy lay on the couch. Time had pulled at her hair, waxing it to a sheen. Time also coaxed her form to fill out. Her eyes no longer with an innocent cast.
Long brown hair swirled around the couch pillows, like the currents of a river. "What is it?" lips parted way for a sound much like a beauty gurgle, a sound gentle and graceful as water.
"The news…"
Standing up, she strode to the kitchen where the little mini TV glowed.
Time had taught her to walk with an elegance of liquid. No more stumbling, no more tripping over her own feet and feet that weren't there. Tapered fingers wound around a rouge lock of hair, her eyes still misted with sleep. "What is it?" she repeated.
When she entered the kitchen, the reporter on the screen flickered away and shots of broken houses, felled trees, and whimpering children flashed in the view of the camera.
Chihiro heard the reporter's voice faintly over the din of the people scattering around, trying to find other loved ones.
"…devastating damage…none dead, though there were a few minor injuries…houses swept away…water is every where…"
Chihiro's eyes widened, sleep had slipped away to be replaced with shock.
Her arms hung limply at her sides, tears filled her hazel eyes.
"Aww, sweetie, I realize that it's a bad thing, but no one was hurt! And they'll control the flow of the river soon enough! The people will have their homes ba-"
"Ahh!"
The screen was now filled with muddy, rushing water. The reporter disappeared from view of the camera, and after much movement of the camera man, she was seen again, flailing about in the hold of the current. The screen buzzed, and a new reporter, standing in a different spot was seen holding her microphone for dear life. But she continued with her report.
"There were attempts of holding the rivers flow off slightly with a small, impromptu dam, but that was splintered and the pieces and some of the workers where washed away in the torrents of water. We have no idea where the water is coming from, but attempts are being made to hold it off as must and soon as possible. But honestly, in this reporter believes that Kohaku River has taken back it's domain."
He tired to comfort her, held her. They used to live there. They knew people there. He wept quietly for their loss.
Ko…ha…ku…
A smile touched the corners of her eyes.
"Kohaku…" slipped from her lips as she drifted to sleep that night.
Now remembered, never forgotten… nor was a promise broken.
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I may continue this... and if I do, it'll just be Chihiro meeting Kohaku again... do tell if you'd like that. Reviews are welcome, and cookies will be served in your kitchen. Oh, and flames are good too, I guess. It IS winter. Staying warm is nice.