Broken Wings (piano) from Trinity Blood
Like I said before, no amount of rain could ever wash away what has happened those years ago. We stood, staring off into the distance of what remained of that house. That house was so full of suffering and pain, bitter remnants of the past. To move forward, I had to confront the past, thus that is why, after so long of hiding away, we came back, after a wait without a known reason. We returned to confront what made us flee, so we could move forward and leave it all behind yet again.
As it rained, we walked towards the house. There wasn't too much of it that remained, seeing as Mam tried to burn it all to the ground, however not all was destroyed. We walked in through the parts that were intact and up the stairs. My room remained almost untouched by the fire, as did theirs. As we went further down what remained of the hallway, we came to Rei's room. My eyes welled in tears, especially when I spotted the charred remains of the birdcage where Budgie used to reside. As tears fell from my eyes, I spotted something that survived the fire. A small tin box, inside of which were photographs of us and Mam, along with a pearl necklace and a rather large sum of money. I picked it up and brought it with me. We ventured further and found Mam's room. Very little remained apart from the doorway and a few-her- bloodstains in the floor.
I stared long and hard at the remains of her room, remembering how much she suffered and all the rage she had building up inside her. As I thought and remembered, I had realized her sacrifice. She couldn't take care of us because of him and was trying to protect us as only she could, just like Rei was. Funny, I had almost found myself crying out for her and Rei. Even though I was with my sisters and would soon be reunited with my real father, I felt utterly alone. As the tears fell, I had could feel Rei's embrace yet again, before it faded away. Goodbye Rei, thank you. As the painful memories left my thoughts, I was confronted and comforted by the bittersweet memory of Mam holding me during her moment of clarity and how she told me that she loved me and that she was so sorry. Now, I wondered what had happened to her. Did she survive the fire or did she kill herself along with him in it? I don't know, although I do know that I called out for her
As the rain and tears subsided, we made our way back to the children's home, so we can show the social workers the letter with the address.