When I got home Mom was sitting on the couch reading, her eyes darting up at me.

"have fun?" she asked and I sighed and nodded.

"Remember I promised to talk to you about everything?" I asked nervously and she put her book down, looking up at me with a small smile.

"only when you're ready." she answered and I sighed and nodded.

"Well I think I can try." I admitted and she got up and walked over to me and hugged me, rubbing my back.

"I know its hard on you...just take your time and just tell me enough so that I can understand." she told me with a small smile and I sighed as I let her lead me over to the couch. She sat down and pulled me down beside of her, so close in fact that any closer and I'd been on her lap.

"You're my daughter so tell me whatever you want okay? You can always talk to me about anything." she stated and I sighed as I prepared myself to tell the cursed story of my childhood.

"There was a storm late one night and it was in middle of the winter and the roads were glazed over with ice...the rain was turning to snow that night...we had went to a restaurant because it was my dad's birthday and Mom wanted to go out and celebrate." I began, having to pause to blink back the burning tears that pressed against the backs of my eyes.

"my Father wasn't wearing a seat-belt that night...and the car skidded on a sheet of black-ice and crashed into another car and then into the mountain face...he was slung from the vehicle while Momma...well she...the impact from the other vehicle." I forced myself to explain as hot tears began to flow down my face.

"Haruka...Thank you for trusting me so much to tell me all of this love. I know it was hard on you." Setsuna stated, pulling me—despite my size—completely onto her lap and holding me. She didn't seem to care that I was seventeen or that I was almost as tall as her.

"There...there was so much Blood...I...I shouldn't have lived...that's what everyone said. No one wanted me after that and you saw what my fucking foster families did to me! I should have died with them!" I found myself sobbing as I turned to bury my face into my foster mother's chest, all sense of pride disappearing in the instant of weakness.

I felt her hand collide lightly against the side of my thigh as she whispered "Don't talk like that Ruka...There is a reason that you survived and it may be to change the life of that little girl's life. Besides that you have people that love you sweetheart."

I wanted to argue with her, wanted to force her to hate me however I couldn't even form a sentence since my whole body shook with the sobs that I tried to control.

"Haruka...I love you...you should know that. I know that you've only been with me for the past five years but I care as much about you as I would if I gave birth to you." she added into my hair, feeling her words vibrate against my flesh.

I couldn't help but look up at her then, surprised when she reached down and tried to dry my face with her fingers.

"You're the only person who genuinely cared about me...especially enough to get involved with my school life and try to get me to open up." I managed to admit, my voice croaky as I spoke due to my tears.

"Haruka...you were a bratty thirteen year old when I met you but I knew that you wasn't a bad kid...I don't care what you do or say...I wont turn my back on you."

Her words caused more tears to spill down my face.

"Momma...thank you. You're the first person that I have ever found love for since the accident." I declared in a whisper. I felt her smile against my hair as she dropped another kiss against my head.

"I'm so glad that I earned your respect and trust Haruka...I know that it's hard to just trust or love sometimes." she retorted, fondness decorating her tone as she spoke.

I remaned where I was for a few more minutes, really too emotionally drained to worry about where I was sitting however soon I forced myself to my feet and turned to my mother, smiling slightly.

"Mom? May I go upstairs to rest?" I questioned and she chuckled.

"Oh so you need my permissions to go to bed?" She retorted, her tone lightly mocking—my signal that it was okay—before she reached out and shoved me back a bit.

"Sorry, I didn't know if you was forcing me to talk about everything or not." I retorted and she chuckled and motioned toward the steps, signaling me to go.

"thanks." I manage to state before rushing upstairs and toward my welcoming bed.