She stood at the balcony as the sun rose. The twenty-five year old sipped her tea and watched patiently for the birth of a new day. Here she remembered back, back to when she was eleven. Half a year had passed since she had visited the bathhouse at that age. Chihiro was sure he was going to come back then, he couldn't have made her wait more than six months, right?
She was eleven now and it seemed like all the moving her family had done happened yesterday. Chihiro had never wanted to move really, her parents had to actually coerce her out of their old town. The car drive to their new home had been filled with whines and cries; however, in the end, it had been the best situation to have ever occurred.
But the best instance to happen to her, had now made her the saddest she had ever been. He said they would meet again, he promised. Although, Chihiro didn't think it would be six long months and no sign of Haku at all. She skipped out on outings with friends to go to the dead river to see if she could see him. The young girl would call out his name for the wind to carry it to his ears, but in the end, a response never came. Chihiro even left during her own birthday party to check if he was going to come wish her a happy birthday. She had spent every night since she had left the bathhouse looking up at the stars hoping, praying and waiting for her dragon to come back.
Even though she was still eleven, still a kid in the eyes of society, the young girl knew she was in love with Haku. There was no doubt in her mind about the feelings she had for the dragon. In the end, Chihiro would do anything to see those green eyes again.
The eleven year old stood quietly now, watching the sunrise, a sad expression covering her face. She had been crying, she didn't know why, but she had been. Probably because she had been wishing that she could just wake up and see the expression of the boy she saw six months back. The sky was a messy canvas at the moment, mixed colors streaking into the endless boundaries of the horizon. Oranges and pinks mixed to create a picture that could not be described in human words. It was a piece of heaven, a small piece of heaven they humans were aloud to see.
And there before her eyes she spotted something flying on the horizon. It's tail flowing behind it and what look like feathers gracefully caught the wind. Chihiro leaned forward and gripped the edge of the balcony, her expression full of hope. The young girl opened her mouth and screamed into the wind.
"HAKU!"
Chihiro's voice carried out, the wind taking it into the everlasting horizon, but the creature flying on the horizon made no notion to look. It continued flying and was gone as quickly as it had come. Chihiro stood there, screaming her lungs out, soon tears trailing down her face.
In the end, it was just an instance, one which she wouldn't see Haku.
In the end, one that would leave her waiting.
In the end, one that would leave her lonely.
The twenty-five year old remained on her balcony and tears streamed down her face.
"Time," she said laughed softly. "The one thing I love the most, brings me the most sadness."
