[The initial Oh and Uh to their realization pained her heart. The following did not make it much easier either. Turning a downward gaze, staring long and hard into the snow. Only listening to the attempted recovery the ghost before her made.]
[Love really must have hurt a lot.]
*My mother was never a romantic type, sometimes the way she acted I didn’t believe she had a heart! Heh.. But without a doubt, the way she used to speak about my father made it somewhat clear a part of her always would love him.
*She’d even justify it as ridiculous to talk about, and ignore the topic. But I think its just because she didn’t want to acknowledge how much she still did long after.
[Turning to look at her lamp-shaded company again, weakly smiling at them in hopes to found some sort of understanding.]
*You’re not boring me Lumi. But if it hurts to talk about I get it... Not personally, but from a certain stand point. But if you want to, go right ahead, learning about people is the best way to friendship right?