Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran. I own absolutely nothing. ….how pitiful.
1. Photograph
When a person dies, they themselves are no more on this earth. Their consciousness goes on, somewhere no earthly being can see nor go. They are, in a sense, gone forever. They can not return or make contact with the living. However, an imprint of the deceased remains to watch over loved ones, if they had any. When the charges are dead, even the imprint fades away, and there is no trace of them left in this world.
Thus, I am not Fujioka Kotoko. She is dead and gone. She was human, with heart, mind, spirit, and soul. I am merely a ghost, a watery copy of the original, bound to this shrine – but I do have her feelings, her memories.
Every day as I watch Kotoko's daughter prepare for the day, cooking, dressing, tending to her sometimes-hungover father – I feel love, I feel pride. If I feel this strongly, I can not even imagine what Kotoko, in her place beyond this world, must feel.
I am not Fujioka Kotoko. I am, for all intents and purposes, merely a photograph. Something that she left behind.