Warmth surrounded me. I felt safe.
Yet I felt a tingling sense of sadness, in the corner of my memory.
I couldn't recall at the moment.
I just wanted to sleep. In peace.
Quiet singing, I could hear it faintly.
So Familiar. A sad lullaby.
It's the one father said mother would sing to me.
I reached out to grab it.
Only to have it slip through my fingers and fade away.
The light was blooming.
I was waking up.
I didn't know if I wanted to.
But I was.
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Winter Song •「冬の歌」• CPN
Historical FictionCarefree isn't a word that describes Fuyu's Life. Bearing the burden of causing her mother's death during childbirth is heavy. When life can't seem to get worse she is suddenly whisked away into an arranged marriage with a mysterious half Japanese...
