Karamatsu-San..?

Chapter 18: I'm Sorry

Osomatsu blinked at Karamatsu as he fell asleep. He gently patted Karamatsu's head before sighing.

Now Osomatsu would to sleep- but ghosts don't have to sleep so he kinda has to stay awake. He didn't really know anything about "being a ghost" right now.

Osomatsu looked down at Erika, huffing as the black cat started to walk off. Osomatsu shrugged his shoulders, Guess I should look around if I have nothing else to do. I haven't been here for ten years..!

Osomatsu dived through the floor, since he could do that because he was a "ghost". He wasn't a fan of using that word but it was easier to use that "spirit" or something.

Osomatsu was in the kitchen, looking around at the familiar room where their mother would cook for them everyday, nostalgia stabbing at his stomach, almost tasting the wonderful food she made on his tongue.

Osomatsu flew into the "main room" where they would all hang out with each other. His eyes scanned around the room, before landing on one thing.

His mother.

Matsuyo was sitting by the table his brothers ate at, the family album on the table. She had the album open, slowly scanning through the very first pages of the photo album.

Osomatsu floated over next to her, blinking at the pictures that Matsuyo was looking at. Osomatsu blinked, they kept them..?

They were pictures of him with his brothers.

The way he could tell it was himself instead of his brothers were that there were six of them, not five. He could also recall taking the photos in his memories.

Osomatsu heard a small hiccup of sadness next to him. He looked to see Matsuyo crying softly as she stared at an old family photo, which Osomatsu was in.

She placed her frail fingers on where Osomatsu stood in the photo, shaking with sadness.

"My poor Osomatsu.. I'm so sorry that I wasn't there to help you... I'm so sorry.."

Osomatsu blinked at Matsuyo, his eyes wide. She still cared..?! It's been years!

Though Osomatsu remember when this one man died in a war- he wasn't sure since it was a long time ago, but someone died.

He saw the man's mother weeping loudly when she heard the news, for like the tenth time.

He remembered looking up at Matsuyo, confusion in his eyes.

"Mom? Why is that lady sad? She already knows her son is dead. Why is she still sad about it?"

He remembered her looking down at him, saddened stained her gaze.

"There's no pain stronger than a mother losing her child."

Osomatsu could understand what she meant now, staring at his weeping mother.

He wrapped his translucent arms around her frail body.

"I'm sorry too."

((Since its Mother's Day over here I thought I should do something to celebrate it. So meh here's this  ;)
~Illuminmatsu))