It’s funny…
I can’t remember my mother’s face, but I always will remember that she always wore her hair up in a ponytail.
I don’t think I’ve ever remembered her without a smile either.
...but I will never forget her eyes on the day when her teardrops mixed in with her own blood. The pain in those hazy purple eyes as she died couldn’t be masked with a false smile.
Those eyes will haunt me for the rest of my days.
It’s so cruel how the human mind will not allow us to recall the things we so desperately want to remember…
It’s even crueler that the human mind will hang onto the things we so desperately want to forget…



My story starts with a little mere mistake.
That is all it took to turn my life into the living hell that it is now.
Don't believe me...?
Let me explain...



Aha, so I've had this idea for quite a while now, and I hope that you enjoy it!~ *^u^*
Of course, this is just the intro. I should be finished writing the first chapter soon, though!~