.06 – cherish
Her mind snatched at anything relevant to him: from the hatred in his stare during their initial meeting to the intensity in his gaze as he promised he would protect her forever, from the amusement in his expression after he rearranged the letters on her keyboard to read 'pwned by kudo' to the sheer terror on his face when he learned that Ran had been taken by the Syndicate, from the difficulty they both encountered muffling their laughter after he tackled her into the snow to the serenity of the countless nights they'd spent watching the stars.
She knelt, unusually dry-eyed for a child, kissed the petals of the red rose in her hand, and laid the flower before a headstone that read,
'Shinichi Kudo 1977—1995
A hero forever remembered for his noble act of self-sacrifice'
She rose and walked away, a soft smile on her face. Memories are for cherishing—not for fearing, not for hating, and not for lamenting. He'd taught her that.