Irreplaceable Memory

By Demon Eyes

Disclaimer: All related names of Type-Moon belong to them and A Tale Of Two Sisters is most definitely not mine.

Preview: Rin's thoughts about Sakura.

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I don't usually get sentimental in autumn,

But it's different this year.

I gaze upon the northern sky - The red sky.

It brings back the memory.

It happened exactly eight years ago.

With my being bathed in falling Sakura petals,

The sky I watched back then resembles the sky I am watching now.

I like the colour red.

I like the colour of the Sakura leaves near home.

I like the sky I gazed upon.

I like the quilt and pillow in my room.

Her dress was red too.

So I loved my house.

'I must have lived in this kind of house in my previous life.'

I imagined that.

It wasn't unfamiliar even on the first visit.

That familiar feeling. I still remember the feeling.

In the house I loved, I always felt I was alone.

Whenever I was in the house, I missed just one person.

The little girl who never hated her sister.

She could have been angry at least once.

Doe-eyed, she looked at me with pleading in her eyes.

My little sister, Sakura.

I didn't know I could miss one person for such a long time.

Whenever I was alone, I got very ill.

I couldn't sleep. I couldn't eat.

I didn't speak. I wept a lot.

I was very lonely.

Nobody knew of this though.

"I'm sorry I couldn't save you.

Do not forgive your sister.

Do not leave me," I said to my self.

But that just made my illness worse.

They say you bury the loved one in your heart.

That means...You don't forget them until you die.

I buried Sakura in my heart,

And I missed her.

Eight years have passed.

Whenever I see a familiar red sky,

I miss her.

And I am still sorry.

I have a memory that cannot be erased.

The memory of longing for this one person.

On every windy autumn day,

I get sad from the memory.

For, it is just a memory now, after all the barriers that I have put on my heart.

Still, I like this longing.

One day I will make everything right.

If only I could get passed this steel wall that is pride.