The garden of lost memories(Shin Soukoku)

Prologue

I remember
The smell of sweet cinnamon
A smell I'll never forget

I remember
Your beautiful eyes locking into mine
It was such a beautiful sight

I remember
The rain as it pattered on my feet as I waited for you out your window
Your father never agreed but I never cared

I remember
Your soft elegant voice that lit up the room like a warm camp fire in the winter
Your voice alway soothed my soul like milk and honey

I remember
Apple pie was always your favorite
your eyes sparkling with delight each time I brung it too you

I remember
Your soft pleasant hands
While mine remained scratchy and rough

I remember
The blood that splattered
as I held my bloodied knife

I remember
Your kind face that melted with fear when you found out
Although I never meant to hurt you...

I remember
your warming smile as you peered in the garden
My heart burned as I stared in the eyes filled with nothing but a light of hope

I remember...
It was all my fault
I soon realized that as the cinnamon smell  grew faint the light from your beautiful eyes gone the same honey voice I used to hear now brung my soul despair your hands bloodied and scared

I now remember...
I never thought that day was going to be our last
but it was to late to process that,as your limp body sat in my arms it was too late too say goodbye it was too late to even get to tell you that

I Love you

-Yin