Serendipity || A Rewritten Seduce Me the Otome Fanfiction

•Prologue•

She still remembered her mother's last words.

"I'm sorry."

She remembered her father's last words, too.

"Songbird.. when I die, I want you to do something for me."

"Sure, dad. What is it?"

"I need you to just sit by my grave and eat chocolate."

"Pffft, okay, weirdo." She was still trying not to cry. Her father had been battling cancer for two years now. Her vision began to get blurry as hot tears found their way to her eyes. No, not infront of him, she thought.

"Hey, Songbird?"

"Yeah, dad?"

"It's okay to cry..."

He died later that night.

Then.. her sister's last words. They were the most painful.

"My Songbird, take your time. I'll see you on the other side.."

And like that, she was out like a flame that went out too soon.

She knew she had to keep going, but, oh, God, she was waiting for so long. Too long.

For six years, she'd been separated from her father. For eleven years, her mother. And for eight years, her sister. Those were the most painful years for her. She had no family to comfort her, no friends to help her, and no shoulder to cry on.

The only thing that would calm her down during one of her break downs, was the piano. Her mother taught her how. She remembered how she would always change the line.

"Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf," her mother sang.

"Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf," Soya said quietly as she pressed the keys.

"Good!" Her mother exclaimed.

"Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf," Soya's mother repeated.

"Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf," Soya repeated, changing the tone at 'sept.'

"Sept, huit, neuf-"

"Sept, huit, neuf-"

"Sept, huit, neuf-"

"Sept, huit, neuf-"

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine."

But even the happiest memories need to come to an end at some point...

It was time. She stepped out of her room wearing a grey jacket, navy blue jeans, and a black fedora. Soya walked over to her sister who's tear-stained cheeks were shining. Soya placed a gentle, comforting hand on her sister's shoulder. They weren't ready yet, she thought. They still needed to stay strong, though.. and so they did.