Heavens not made enough

As he explained each word, she attempted to repeat each and every word - including the two types of sorry -, trying to articulate her pronunciation to sound exactly like his. It was like what she had done as a pup, and what many other children continue to do to this day. She had learnt almost everything from her mother, more significantly, how to speak. She had copied every word her mother had spoken, building her vocabulary as the seasons passed. The thought of her mother brought melancholy to her demeanour; almost a pleasant type of sadness. There were many things her mother had taught her, but the one thing she hadn't taught her was how to love.

A sense of satisfaction welled inside of her. She had plenty of words and phrases to commit to memory, and she didn't want to overload her brain with too many new things. Just small steps. What had she learnt anyway? There was sayonara, arigato, gomen and gomenasai, konnichiwa...there were probably more though she was yet to remember them. The one that stood out the boldest for her was ashiteru. She'd never forget that one. "Just one more," she pleaded softly, staring into his bicoloured gaze with wide, doe-like rubies. "What is...'I'll never let you go'?" she whispered sultrily in his ear.