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Post by Mitsuki Park on Oct 18, 2007 14:12:33 GMT -8
She stayed put, watching his figure become smaller and smaller before her own feet moved by themselves. Mitsuki had no knowledge of the fact she was walking, until she found herself a couple feet behind him, the sadness in his voice dripping like acid rain that would melt any steel-hearted person. She watched silently as he changed the roses and the water, watched silently as he apologized to his mother, watched silently for a good time before quietly, very quietly, moved next to him. Her eyes looked over at the inscription on the stone, wondering if Saint was the one who picked out those specific words. Her eyes were caught on the last two line, re-reading it until it was memorized..
To live amongst Angels
Clear Stephanie Rose [/i] She went down on her knees for formalities as it was in Korean culture, and remained silent. This would be the part where she would be supposed to say something nice, something meaningful, but the fact was that she did not even know Saint's mother, nor did she even know Saint very well. Instead, she pulled the flower from her hair and placed it under her nose to get calming fragrance, then put it next to her stone, as she felt that the vase was meant for the blue roses, not for a snow white tulip. She hoped that his mother was watching him now, his eyes that might have been glossy, and those unseen tears that might have fallen with grace. She hoped that Clear Stephanie Rose saw the snow white tulip, to know only one thing: That Saint is not alone. She stood up, casting down her eyes as she walked back a bit, eyes briefly glancing over him before making her way over to a nearby bench. She figured he might want some time alone. With his mother.[/color]
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2007 17:28:35 GMT -8
((OoC: "That Saint is not alone"Is that in reference to my theme song? Had to ask.))
The grieving student noticed the lovely gesture made by his friend. It brought a fleeting smile to his face as he glanced at the flower there through welling eyes. He could sense that the gesture wasn't the empty act it could have been, that others might have made. Squatting before the grave, he placed his head on the top to balance himself, noticing that Mitsuki had moved away to give him some space, for which he was grateful.
Of course, Saint was unsure of what to say as per usual when it came to his mother. She had always wanted to be forgiven for a past that was little more than bad dreams and writing in a file to him. Thus, he never saw a need to but also could never actually say the words as though something prevented him for doing so. Remaining there for the longest time he still could not find the words to say and felt as though it was even worse that he was here with nothing to say rather than not being here at all. Slowly a realization came to him…
“I can’t help anyone… if I can not forgive my own mother. I wouldn’t be Saint… and to forgive for any of those reasons isn’t really forgiveness. But… you are my mom, you were always there for me and cared for me. I forgive you…”
He placed a kiss on the tombstone and stood slowly. Mentally he vowed to come back whenever he could. It would have been every month but since he was now on his own it would be hard to keep. Wiping the tears from his eyes with a sigh, Saint turned away and walked over to where Mitsuki had decided to take a seat. He smiled and a polite nod as he stood before her.
“Thanks…”
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Oct 25, 2007 14:16:38 GMT -8
OOC: Actually, no, it's not. >_>...weird coincidence?
While Saint was by his mother, Mitsuki looked toward the sky, eyes closed, and took a deep breath. Did Saint know his mother well? Were they close? Would she have wept at Reita's grave if she knew him better? Would she ever forgive him for never coming into her life? Ever forgive him for not being there for her, and instead, an impostor of a brother was there in his place? What did Saint mean to his mother? What did she mean to Reita? Just a son? Just a sister? No. Not for Saint, but might as well be for Mitsuki. Even as children, when they were separated for years on end, and suddenly reunited with Reita, and how she instantly was able to get along with him was, in her thoughts, because they had spent so little time together in their childhood.
She sighed.
Did Saint have any siblings?
She looked over at him as he wandered off toward her, his polite nod, in which she returned.
"...if you don't mind me asking..."
She wondered...was this an appropriate question to ask?
"What was your mother like?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2007 11:13:28 GMT -8
((OoC: Indeed))
With a slight sigh, Saint took a seat on the bench beside Mitsuki while collecting his thoughts and memories to answer the best he could. The question was fair as she had a right to ask about the person whose grave she had just visited. Granted Saint had a right to withhold an answer but would do no such thing. He tilted his head back, eyes staring up through the sky with a reflective glaze upon them as he started to answer in a somber tone.
“She was… a kind and considerate person. She always did what she could to help her students, no matter the time. She loved traveling and animals, in fact that’s what we did for a while… traveled the world studying animals in their natural habitat. She was never afraid of anything, strong… and since it was just the two of us she had to be…”
After painting a picture of this ideal single mother in this world, Saint’s gaze shifted back to the ground almost symbolic of his description of his mother.
“… and sad. She tried to hide it but she was sad.”
It was a simple word, not as powerful as depressed or another synonym but it did the job because while it was simple, it was powerful. Though he brought this up, there was no change in Saint’s demeanor from the gentle slight melancholy it held.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Oct 28, 2007 20:56:06 GMT -8
The picture she painted mentally was one who seemed to be the kind, strong person. Although she couldn't picture any facial expressions, she merely put Saint's own sad smile in replace of his mother's; if it was one thing they had in common, it was their sadness, no matter what the cause was behind it. Point is, they were both sad.
And then that made her think of her own emotions. Was she sad? No, not exactly. Happy? Not that either. Angry? Eh, she was. What was she, then? Content? Satisfied. She figured, that one goal in everyone's life is to live happy, or die happy; take it as you will. Maybe it was one of her goals as well, only she didn't know it? Whatever the case, her curiosity wandered over as to what the reason was that made his mother sad. Did it involve his father?
She remained silent, nodding her head slightly in acknowledgement.
"...were you happy when you were with your mother?"
She had a feeling that her mother and his mother were a bit similar. Whereas her biological mother didn't know how to be a mother, her step-mother spoiled her with care; not necessarily materialistic items. Though, she figured...if Mitsuki were a mother... Then her goal would probably be..the same as any other mother.
The child's happiness.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2007 11:41:14 GMT -8
A small humored smile came to Saint’s face as he began to think about the newest question. Why? He had never thought about it… ever. Did anyone? It seemed rare that people would take the time to sit back and look at their lives with honest eyes to see if they were truly happy. Those that did were probably better off than everyone else because they would then be able to see what made them unhappy and adjust their lives accordingly.
Moving from his thoughts to memories the young student began to roam through just over four of years of them. For a long while he did this, during which a cheery expression came to his face before he turned to answer Mitsuki’s question.
“Yeah… I was. After all it becomes a choice, you can choose to remember the good times and be happy or dwell on the bad and be unhappy. Though it is easier to focus on the good times when a loved one is in involved. Plus dwelling on bad memories does no good… we can’t go back and fix things as much as we might want to, sometimes we just have to… forgive, move on and try to make tomorrow better, right?”
His smile was noticeably warmer as he finished speaking, the hope for tomorrow that he mentioned being the cause. As things went he began to wonder if she was simply curious or if it was something else.
“What about your family?”
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Oct 31, 2007 16:51:19 GMT -8
Again, she nodded her head silently. Of course. Though, if anything, she suspected more people would remember the bad memories more often than the good. The only happy memories she could recall seemed to have ended horribly in the long run, though at the time...well, she wasn't even sure if it was happiness. It had happened so long ago...except for that one recent event, where she had laughed with him; although it was for a very short moment, she had wondered what triggered laughter in the first place. Something funny? Humorous? There were many things in the world that many people found to be funny. Mitsuki, on the other hand, found them oddly...disappointing?
Tomorrow? A better day?
...well, it was nice to think upon such an idea.
Her family?
She let silence fill the gap while she thought about his question. What could she say? She barely knew any of them. If anything, she was closest to Reita, though at the same time...very far away. Well...how could she describe her situation...?
"...the...individuals in our family are very...independent."
How long had it been since the last time she saw her mother? Her father? Her step-parents? Too long. It had been too long...
"My family is a long and difficult story."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2007 13:31:15 GMT -8
Saint nodded slowly in an understanding manner, family was a hard thing to talk about especially when there are certain… skeletons in the closet. Everyone has their own, he was no different though he tried to act like it. A silence filled the air as the student body president did not wish to press the matter in any way, though he felt she might need to get some of it off her chest. It was just how he was, pressing into such things was a form of confrontation, something he avoided at all costs despite the good it might do.
“I see…”
Was all he said about the matter. If Mitsuki wished to elaborate he would be happy to listen with a sympathetic ear, otherwise he would asked no more. He had always thought it was better when people sought help or comfort than when it was brought upon them. Or perhaps he read too much into her words, it was completely possible. All anyone at the school needed to know was that he was there… to put it in a phrase.
Relinquish your pain unto me…
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Nov 10, 2007 12:41:55 GMT -8
OOC: Sorry about the late reply. @_@
"..I have two sets of parents."
Biological parents and her foster parents. Thanksgiving was coming up, so that meant the annual family reunin, only no Reita.
"Three older brothers, two are deceased."
Reita. Reita. And Jaesuk. And the one that is alive is very lucky to still be considered as a sibling.
"A niece with no parents."
Also who Mitsuki has never met before.
She sat there silently for a bit. Saint just seemed like one of those people who simply listened to others. A pillar for someone like Mitsuki to lean on. Her mind was so wrapped up in other events that she had forgotten what her initial reason was for approaching Saint. Though with them visiting his mother's grave, she knew right now that what he needed was not the school captain. Just a friend.
She stood up and pocketed her hands before turning to look over at Saint.
"Care for some coffee?"
He had a right to decline; she was only asking because she needed some caffeine to last her through the day. As much as she would love sleep, her mind was currently too pre-occupied to shut down.
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