WebDragon wrote:

        Look at her restaurant....dark and silent, a shadow amongst the
shadows of the night.  The sign....creaking as the cold wind shivers the
foundations of the Ucchan.  Her bedroom....empty and dust-choked.  Her
restarant....covered from inch to inch with dust.  From dust to dust, ashes
to ashes.  Such is life.

        Yet, the picture of Ukyo, smiling and full of life, her hand half
raised in greeting, inspires hope in this bleak setting.  This is what
Ucchan would have wanted her friends to remember of her.  This is the image
she wanted to leave behind, as a final gift to those who had cared.

        It will be a gift to last a lifetime through sorrow and through
sombre moments of tearful recollection.  Take this memory with you as you
tread the path of time....and bring it out once in a while, to brush the
dust off and look down with love upon her.  Then, that one word will not
sound so sad.  That word will no longer have the feelings of grief attached
to it......

        Wakare.

Would you STOP already?! I'm depressed enough as it is! You keep this up
and all the fics I'm working on will turn into darkfics!

Write something cheerful? PLEASE?! I'm BEGGING you!

The Prime Saggitarian,
Alpha '(Sniff) Not gonna cry (sniffle) not gonna (sob) Oh hell...
WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!' Centauri

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