Rin was working in the study in her mansion. She was laying down on the couch, relaxing after finishing her homework and before she starts her routine of filling up gems before going to bed. She noticed a small box on the desk before. She rarely sat in it, as it was her Father’s favorite seat in the room. That box had always been there, but something called her to open it. She sat up, walking over and sitting on the edge of the chair.
She saw the photo of Aoi and Tokiomi in Highschool, another near by with just Aoi and Rin, and a third of the three of them. She remembered the last photo, as it was taken shortly after the adoption to replace the one of the four of them, which was hidden behind the current photo. She pulled the box to her bringing it close enough to where she was able to see into it when she opened the lid. The lock was a bit stuck, but opened with a little bit of wiggling.
Inside was another photo of her parents, however they were posing this time, with her hand on his chest revealing a rather large diamond ring. “Oh, must be their engagement photo..” Rin said out loud, her finger running along the photo. She knew the ring, she had it in her Mother’s old jewelry box in her parents old room. She placed the photo down on the desk, seeing two bundles of letters, one wrapped in a red ribbon, another wrapped in a green one. She scooted fully into the chair as she started to unwrap the green one.
They were still in the envelopes, addressed to her Father, but had a London address on them, she knew her Father went to Clock Tower, but it never really hit her that her mother wouldn’t have been with him. To her, they were inseparable. A smile on her lip as she slid the letter out from the one with the latest date, reading it, placing it back in the envelope before going onto the next.
She sat there, the entire night, going through each letter. Four years worth of letters sent at least once a week, if not more, between her parents. Only paused when her mother saved up enough money to come visit, or during holidays when her father had come back home.
She was young when her parents died, she remembered being grossed out when they showed affection, but now she was older, and just from these letters, the wording, the handwriting, she could see how devoted her parents where to each other. She had brought her legs up to the chair, having gotten comfortable. She held the last letter from her Father, talking about how it would be his last as he was coming home to them marrying each other, to her chest, a smile on her face before she started to place the letter back, tying it up before placing both bundles of letters back in the box, the photo back on top.
“If I find someone who loves me half as much as they loved each other, I wouldn’t ask for anything more.”