Yui was worried. What if he didn't turn up? The weather was terrible so she couldn't blame him. Haru, she had learnt very little about him only that he lived in Nagasaki. She didn't know much about hm because all they ever did was talk about subjects and not themselves.
Haru had stories to tell about the world that captivated Yui. She would sit in awe under the window, listening to his every word.
The rain thundered down on her window pane. Yui was loosing hope, slowly it disappeared from her heart of pure love. Feeling disappointed, she made her way into her bedroom.
The bedroom had no windows and mouldy walls. the wooden floor creaked loudly as Yui stepped across it with her light feet; the room had broken her spirit time and time again. The mirror was cracked in frustration but Yui could still see her plain pale face and the ebony hair that caressed her cheeks. She opened the chest of wooden draws and picked out a long white dress that floated as she walked. Yui tied her hair up in a neat bun and placed a small white flower clip to hold back her fringe.
"YUI, IT'S ME HAR..." The manly voice was drowned out by a scream from the room where her grandmother slept. Yui rushed into the bedroom to see her grandmother sat in a pool of blood. The girl in a white dress rushed to her side, dipping the pure dress onto the crimson blood.
The old woman opened her eyes for one last time, she knew what her granddaughter had been doing. "Go," she then closed her eyes and whatever piece of life she had been holding onto, disappeared into nothing.
Yui started crying, but then she heard Haru's voice screaming out into the gloomy night once again and remembered her grandmas last words, go. And that is what she did.
