Disclaimer: I couldn't think of anything witty, so I'll just say it outright this time. I do not own OHSHC.
Gilded Frame
The Gilded Frame - I can see it from my master's desk, gleaming, as the rays of sunlight shift with the leaves of the climbing wisterias.
Somehow though, for a majority of the time, its glass reflects the light, showing only a white streak across the frame whenever anyone attempts to peer into its contents.
But sometimes, like the times when I am sitting in master's lap, watching him doodle pictures of his precious friends in his schoolbooks, the white streak miraculously vanishes and I can scrutinize that one photograph with an abnormal amount of interest for a dog.
After all, I am simply master's canine familiar, his companion in the lonely Suoh mansion.
Why should I care for his trivial belongings?
All I should be worried about is whether he is willing to play today, whether he will hug and talk to me, although still knowing that I will never be able to respond, or whether he will give me just a careless pat on the head after school.
But I am not as simple minded as they all have judged me to be.
Nevertheless, I examine the object.
It is just a simple photo frame, the inside a mystery most of the time, but still, a common article.
And yet it is still beautiful, even after I have gazed at it countless times, gilded with expensive gold leaf on the edges and with golden vines entwining every part of it.
But perhaps it is what the frame is holding, that is the most beautiful.
Two people, both looking light-hearted and carefree, both with the same facial features.
My master and his mother, both with the same blond hair, blue eyes and charming smile.
The two look happy together in that small picture, although, whenever I see my master take a small glance at it, I can see his eyes sadden.
They fog over and I can see that they are filled with more pain than I can possibly imagine.
And I wonder.
Why are they threatening to fill with tears and brim over, spilling those salty droplets onto the ground?
Why does he try to hide it from everyone?
Why doesn't he trust himself?
Why, instead of being sad, can't he smile?
Why can't he realise that a seeing a photo like that, which has captured such a joyous memory, should make him happy?
Why is there something preventing him from seeing that he should look back on such moments and smile?
Why can he not grasp the fact that such moments like those were captured so that they would be remembered with merriment?
And I hope that maybe, someday, master can stare at that gilded frame, into its magical contents and laugh.