"Mommy, mommy! Look!" a young girl shouts, tugging the hand of her mother in an effort to make her stop, while simultaneously pointing upwards at a pair of statues many times the girl's height. The mother stops to look in the direction of her finger towards the statue. "Who's that, mommy?"

"Don't they teach you about them in school?" the mother answers with a gentle smile.

"Um…" the girl replies, putting on her best thinking face. "Yeah! But I like your story more!"

"Well, my little darling," the mother starts, walking the short distance over to the base of the statues, "back in the Old Age, he was her prince and she was his princess. While they didn't know it, each belonged to the other. Both their souls were bound together since they were your age. In their time, the world had done everything it possibly could keep them apart, but their love was too strong. Through many trials, they found each other again and again. But one day, their love was tested for the final time. To allow humanity to survive, they dove right into the heart of evil. And now, they have found everlasting peace with one another. We're here because of them."

The young girl looked up at the statues for another time. Both of the figures, man and woman, looked up towards the darkening horizon of the city scape. The woman bore horns atop her head, yet the man had nothing. "Why did she have horns, mommy?"

The mother took a moment before answering. "Because in that time, she was only viewed as a tool. But her prince saw past that and loved her regardless."

"Was she pretty?" the girl asked, rubbing her forehead in an attempt to process what it would be like to have horns.

"She was just as pretty as you, my darling. She had the same long, pink hair as you, just like the sakura trees in this park."

Grabbing a strand of her hair, the young girl twirled it around in her fingers while giggling to herself. "Am I going to grow horns, mommy?" she asks with childish glee.

The mother couldn't help but giggle to herself as well. "Maybe if you eat all your fruits and vegetables you will. Now let's get going home, daddy should have dinner ready soon."

Before the mother and daughter left the statues, the girl took a look at an embossed plaque at the base of the statues.

Hiro and Zero Two

We owe our lives to you

Thank you for everything

May you both find everlasting peace

Squad 13

And as the two left the park, a young boy holding a picture book sat underneath a giant cherry tree. As he watched them leave, he felt a hole open up in his heart.

a/n I ain't dead. short and simple. school, relationship, car, and family loss. I hope to use this story as a means to help me get back into writing. other than that, unpredictable upload schedule.