The past

"Don't repeat the same mistake as me. Remember to never NEVER fall in love."

"Mom! MOM!!!" I was crying beside her dead body.

"Why….. Why did this have to happened to mom? What's so wrong about loving someone? Why can't we just be happy with the people we love?" I yelled. I looked at the moon from my moms bedroom window. The blue light was shining over my mom's lifeless body.

It was all because of the blue moon. I hated it.

In my world, whenever you fall in love with someone you give them a pieces of your heart. The more you love someone, the more of your heart do you give them. The person that's loved gets that pieces of your heart. On the blue day, or as I like to call it the death day, everyone get to see how many pieces of the heart you have. These people that have none pieces dies. We don't die of age but of love. Not the love you have for family and friends but the love you have for a lover, since that love is special.

My mom was a beautiful woman. She was 32 years old. But had the body to a 20 year old. That's mainly because we self decide when to age.

After my mother died I had to take care of the funeral. I invited all of my mother's family and friends. Not that many came. I wasn't surprised. Almost everyone tried to befriend most people as possible because if they ever ended up liking you, you get a piece of their heart and could live longer. If you died they wouldn't care because they don't need you anymore.

One thing I like about the whole thing is that no one know of your age. The government was kind enough to let everyone keep there real age a secret. We can only see how many people from each year are still alive.

After the funeral I didn't know what to do. I was only 16 years old and scared. None of my relatives wanted to take care of me. They said it was to much work and that I would burden them.

'That much for family love. '

That day when I went home, I stayed in my mom's room. I cried and cried. I lost my only family.

The only one I had left.

The next day I found a envelope on my mother's desk. I hadn't seen it yesterday because I went straight to the bed and crying my eyes out.

I thought it was something related to work, but then I saw my name on it. It was addressed to me from my mom.

Inside it I found a letter with some keys

The letter said 'My lovely daughter. By the time you read this, I would already be dead. I want you to know that I love you 3000.. no 10000… no infinity.'

Reading this I chuckled. That was so mom. I read the rest of the cheesy letter. Except all the times my mom wrote that she loved me, she also wrote that she actually had a business I could take over. The keys was to a house she bought me. In the house were all the documents and information I needed to continue the business and live on.

Operantly the business was my grandfather's. Before he died, he gave it to my mother and now she gave it to me. She wanted me to have a new start in the new house.

She had already sold out this house. The new owners are coming in a few days so I had to leave soon.

I packed my most important belongings and some of my mother's stuff. Then I walked out of the house and went to my new home.

I didn't know what would happen in the future but I was going to succeed. I had to.

'A new start all alone. Goodbye mom.'