Thinking Gray
By
Hibiki
"Piro-san… Piro-san…" At the age of 19, the raven haired girl known as Yuki Sonoda stood inside of church she never had seen before, feeling an emotion she never thought she would ever have to feel. It was of western design, and the stained glass windows behind her showed the beautiful spring day outside. The white gown she wore hinted at the occasion inside the set of heavy oak doors. Her father and mother, even her uncle was there, having long since reconciled with his once fiancé. But alone, she stood outside the doors, feeling wanting nothing more than to run in and declare what she had wanted to for so long.
"I gotta… I gotta do something…."
"But do you need to?" A soft female voice broke over the hushed tone of the foyer. She turned in a flurry of pearl to find a rather unremarkable woman in a very plain white gown.
"Who are you?" Yuki demanded, much like her father. The woman laughed gently.
"Always demanding, never knowing enough tact to back down and stay out of a fight you can't win." Yuki's anger rose.
"So what, I can learn from my mistakes." Yuki intoned, the woman smiled, she seemed so calm to Yuki then, like a rocks in the middle of a stream, it was an envious feeling, certainly an emotion she had felt all her life.
Her mother so beautiful and wise, her father, so commanding always knowing what to do, for Erika Hayasaka for her mistaken belief that she and Piro were lovers, then Miho Tohya, Ping, anyone she readily knew she had envied, why she ended up so plain and boring, who was she compared to everyone else in her life.
"But in this case you're a little late"
"I can't let go! I love Piro-san!" Yuki declared vehemently, iPiro didn't care about plain, look at the girl he was marrying, as plain and boring as they come /i, Yuki thought. The woman's smile faded slightly at the girl's words.
"Sometimes, the greatest act of love is letting someone go."
"What?" The woman in white moved forward, her golden brown hair shimmering in the light of the room and walked to the doorway. She sighed, wistfully watching as Piro leaned in and gave Kimiko the ring through the partially open doors
"You have been pining over him for quite a long time, nearly three years. 'The girl with too much pluck' I recall." The lady mentioned.
"Who said that about me?" She angrily hissed at the woman. A small smirking smile broke over the woman's calm face.
"It doesn't matter. All that does is Piro is getting married, he wants to and frankly he will be happy with her. Those two have come a long way and there is not a single thing I am letting you do to ruin that. Wake up and smell the facts, toots, it's time to move on, you've lost. If you keep a hold of him forever, you'll never move on, meet someone else and be happy.
"How can you be happy with him? Even if that one girl wasn't in the way, do you really think he would make you happy? Or you for him? You barely know him, what you love is an image of him, nothing more, nothing less."
"Why do you know so much?" Yuki said in tears, watching Piro and Kimiko kiss, joined in marriage. Strangely, in her heart, despite the pain she felt, the urge to run in was gone.
"Because it's my job… Or should I say, was. It's time for me to move on. You know, I think I envy you Sonoda Yuki, for being what you can become." Yuki turned back to the woman; but no one else was there in the foyer with her. As she turned away she noticed something upon the floor. Sitting against the gray of the stone was a single ivory feather upon the place where the woman stood.
Fin