Her sixteenth birthday was spent mourning the death of her mother, her mother had died the night before. Was this what life thought was a birthday present? Chihiro remembered walking into the room to bid her mother goodnight, but found a cold, pale body. The constant shaking that came from Chihiro's trembling hands was not enough to awake her mother from her permanent hibernation. Hey pain filled tears covered the white sheets that laid over the still body. Her mother had been six for months, but she had been brought home just a week before because the doctors said it was best if she spent her last days at home.
Chihiro had cried so hard when she saw her mother as she was brought through the door just a week before. How limp her body had been, the skin covering her body as thin as paper, but despite that, a smile was splayed upon her mother's face as she looked in her daughter's eyes. Chihiro wished that life hadn't been so cruel and her mother's smile remained imprinted in as the sixteen year old stared at the grave.
Cries escaped her lips, but she didn't care because no one was around, it didn't matter who heard her anyway. The pain that was coursing through the sixteen year old's body was too much to hold in. So far, she had lost two people in life now: Her mother and Haku. Chihiro knew Haku was never coming back, she was sure of it, but why was she thinking about him now when she should've been thinking of her mother? It was because her mother would probably end up where Haku was. At the thought of that, a small smile crept up on Chihiro's face. Her mother and Haku meeting? What a completely ridiculous, yet funny, situation.
If only both of them were here now, her life would've been a bit more happy, instead of the pain that was visible before her.
