In a small farm, just as the gossip had said, there lived a young girl and her grandma, the young girls name, was not 'The Lady of Nagasaki' and she had no royal title. Her father had gone off to war but because he had been forced to and not because he wanted to get away. To make sure they could get by, he sent a pay check every month.
The girls name was Yui Ito and today, like every other day, she was looking after her sick grandmother. Yui mixed the soup slowly, her grandmother groaned from the living room nearby, "Grandmother? What's the matter?" her voice, as soft as silk spoke out into the silence.
Yui walked into the gloomy living room, the curtains were drawn but the sun had already set so darkness filled the room. "You are sat in darkness," noted Yui, "let's get some light in here, it's better for you." Yui lit a dozen candles and placed them around the room. "Soup is nearly ready. Would you like the radio on?" The old grandmother murmured and Yui turned the radio on. A sweet song emerged from the radio, it was about love.
As Yui waltzed back gracefully into the kitchen, the song told a story. One filled with romance and all delight that came with it, the song pulled on her heart strings. How she wished that she could leave the house and venture outside and find the one true love that people would pour out their hearts into books, songs and plays just to show that 'true love' how much they really meant.
Sometimes her mind would dare to drift to a time where her grandmother would have died and she would be free but then Yui told herself not to be so evil and tried to take her mind off the matter.
The soup was ready, and Yui fed her grandmother with patience, as the old woman could only intake one spoonful at a time.
After her Grandmother had dinner, Yui helped her to bed. "Would you like me to sing for you, Grandmother?" In reply, the old woman nodded her head and looked at her granddaughter with sad eyes wishing she could die so that her granddaughter would be free.
Yui opened her pale lips to sing, the voice that came out was one of beauty. Upon hearing it, the listener would fall into a trance, a deep daydream on an emotional rollercoaster.
The old woman closed her wrinkled eyes shut, falling into a deep sleep. Yui sighed and stood up, how lucky she was to have her grandmother here, someone to keep her from being lonely all the time; but wasn't it her grandmother that was keeping her here? The girl flicked her long black hair over her shoulder and sighed, it was like a curse.
Suddenly, out of the silence, out of the dreary lonely night, a voice called out. A voice in search of a way home, a wandering soul just like Yui and it spoke with all the loneliness she felt, "Hello?"
