Seta Ichika - I Don-t Have A Mother Anymore- So... Now

“So…”

Optional Coda (if this were a musical or animated short):

The word hangs there. So. A bridge to nowhere. Seta Ichika - I Don-t Have A Mother Anymore- So...

The title appears:

Then, for the first time in three weeks, Ichika cries. Not the wracking sobs of the funeral. Not the numb tears of the days after. But quiet tears—the kind that come when you finally admit that a door has closed, but you’ve just noticed another one, slightly ajar, on the other side of the room. “So…” Optional Coda (if this were a musical

She hasn’t cried in three weeks. That, she thinks, is the strangest part. The crying stopped, but the absence didn’t fill in. It hollowed out.

A small, broken laugh escapes her. It’s the first laugh since October. The title appears: Then, for the first time

“I’ll forge it. She would have told me to.”

She returns to the bass. This was her mother’s idea, years ago. Not the bass specifically, but the music. The late nights practicing. The small, proud smile when Ichika finally nailed a difficult riff. Her mother never understood the songs—they were too loud, too fast, too young—but she understood the effort.