Hanadan Kamio Youko wishes you a happy Halloween and a happy day all the saints 2009 !
pd I imagine that more than one @ is already enjoying the Volume 37 of Hanadan, what Morruda @ s, I may not have it until next week T_T. Kisses and beware a lot =).
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shino_nanao ) ship system ( xizu ), child onigiri ( ciberseba ), and all my friends zelito Furuba fans
awoke that day to receive the first rays of sun. It stretched into the small space I gave her tent and sighed. He had been living like a few weeks. Had already used to the humidity, light, sun, cold and heat. But, facing a portrait could not help thinking that there was one thing that never get used. In the absence of his mother.
time but it was not discouraged: he must go to school, then go to work and return to his tent. As always. But for some reason, he was animated. I felt that something would change for her, maybe it was not something special. But I could not help feeling that way. As if I had a chance to start life from scratch.
So, it came to a house and quietly contemplate these figures, until you hear a voice
"How strange" girl in the house?
She looked at who had spoken. He was a young black hair, he grinned
- Do you like these figures in the Chinese horoscope?
did not know that was the point I was seeking.
fanfic100_es | 001. | Beginnings. | 002. Middle | . | 003. | Finals. | 004. | Interior. | 005. | Affairs. |
| 006. | Hours. | 007. | Days. | 008. | Weeks. | 009. | Months. | 010. | years. |
| 011. | Rojo. | 012. | Orange. | 013. | Amarillo. | 014. | Verde. | 015. | Azul. |
| 016. | Morado. | 017. | Brown. | 018. | Black. | 019. | Blanco. | 020. | Without color. |
| 021. | Friends. | 022. | Enemies. | 023. | Lovers. | 024. | Family. | 025. | Strangers. |
| 026. | Partners Equipment. | 027. | Padres. | 028. | Children. | 029. | Birth. | 030. | Death / Death. |
| 031. | Sunrise / sunrise | 032. | Sunset / Puesta del Sol | 033. | too. | 034. Insufficient | . | 035. | Sixth Sense. |
| 036. | odor. | 037. | Sound. | 038. | Touch. | 039. | Sabor. | 040. | Vista. |
| 041. | Forms. | 042. | Triangle. | 043. | Square. | 044. | Circle. | 045. | Moon. |
| 046. | Star. | 047. | Heart / Heart. | 048. | Diamond / Diamond. | 049. | Club / Clover. | 050. | Swords / Pica. |
| 051. | Water. | 052. | Fuego. | 053. | Earth. | 054. | Air. | 055. | Spirit. |
| 056. | Breakfast. | 057. | Lunch. | 058. | Supper. | 059. Eating | . | 060. | drink. |
| 061. | Winter. | 062. | Spring. | 063. | Summer. | 064. | fall. | 065. | Passenger. |
| 066. | Rain. | 067. | Snow. | 068. | Lightning. | 069. | Thunder. | 070. | Storm. |
| 071. | Roto. | 072. Posted | / Fixed / Fixed. | 073. | Light. | 074. | Darkness. | 075. | Shadow. |
| 076. | Who? | 077. | What? | 078. | Where? | 079. | When? | 080. | Why? |
| 081. | How? | 082. | Si. | 083. | Y. | 084. | Him | 085. She | . |
| 086. | Elections. | 087. | Life. | 088. | College. | 089. | job. | 090. | Home. |
| 091. | Birthday. | 092. | Christmas. | 093. | Thanksgiving. | 094. | Independence. | 095. | New Year. |
| 096. | Option Writer. | 097. | Option Writer. | 098. | Option Writer. | 099. | Option Writer. | 100. | Option Writer. |
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shino_nanao ) ship system ( xizu ), child onigiri ( ciberseba ), and all my friends zelito Furuba fans At that time, he felt the time was frozen. I could see the eyes of the director concerned, I could feel the presence of Uo-chan and Hana-chan after her, but I could not feel anything. The air seemed to have left the room, saw that his feet are stretched a bottomless pit and was thrown to him.
did not know how she got to her, surely one of her friends had brought. He could observe, but could not feel anything. The tears did not appear, his eyes did not respond, that pain seemed to nest in your heart forever, freezing and removing the air. Making this empty shell that was at that time. Without feeling, without thinking. Transformed into a statue.
Until that time, until they reached the crematorium, until she left the temple and he saw her. He had become the pillar of white smoke rose to meet the sky. And in that moment, that statue that she was broke. And he understood fully the unbearable truth
would no longer be with her, he could never enjoy her hugs, her love, their smiles. was gone and never return.
Then came the tears, as a redemption. The sadness and relief. If felt, sentíay've done for her. She would not want to suffer, but neither would to stop being who he was. A human. It was the last gift he could leave.
So, with tears running down her cheeks, across his corazóny pain while watching the plume of smoke could say those words.
"Bye, Mom"
