Rubrim
Disclaimer : Me owning S-CRY-ED. Ha.
Ru-brim - star flowers that come in a variety of colors.
Mimori is not a little girl anymore. She is a woman broken up by love.
How many times has she put her hands over her heart, stroking the pendant that hangs there? It glitters and sways, a constant weight against her chest. As long as that weight is there, she knows that he is still alive, and so she keeps on loving.
The only time that the stardust ever went out of that pendant, dissolving in her fingertips, was the only time that she had ever felt fear. She knew what it meant and yet she was afraid to say it out loud, as if that alone would make it real. If Cherise Adjani could have lived, would she have thanked her? With everything inside her, and everything inside that girl, she wouldn't have stopped her from making that choice.
Ryuhou would have.
Having accomplished nothing in his lifetime, he would have died in her place.
The only time that the life ever went out of that pendant, breaking into particles that floated off and disappeared, was the only time since she was small that there had been no weight hanging on her chest. There was a lightness there instead, and for a moment,
she was ascending.
The second that his breath had been restored, she put her hands over her heart, and she could feel her love beating there again against the cracks, in every place that he had broken it.
The second that Cherise Adjani died, she knew that she would never have him.
She could never match that kind of sacrifice with any of her own, though her sacrifices in the name of love were many.
She knew, and it broke her heart all over again.
No matter what she did,
she would never be able to reach that place in his heart where he'd opened it up, and let the dying girl in. The door to that place was in his lips; its depth knew no end; it knew no other name.
The door to him was closed.
And, no matter what she did,
she'd never be able to do for him what Cherise Adjani had done.
She could do nothing for him at all, but to love him. And even though it was the most that she could do, and she did it with everything she had, it wasn't enough.
And it would never be enough.
How many times has she put her hands over her heart, stroking the pendant that hangs there? As long as there is weight against her chest, she knows that she will not ascend again. Not ever.