Death of a daughter

Ash sighed as he looked down at a small grave stone. His green eyes filled with sadness as he kneeled down to the grave and cleaned it off a bit. He exposed the name.
Kira.
Ash ran his fingers over the engraved name.
"Kira..."He said slowly,"I am sorry."

"Daddy! Daddy! Lemme show ya my new picture!" A little girl in a pink dress shouted as she hugged her young father's legs.
Ash looked down at her. A smile forming on his lips.
"Alright sweetie." Ash whispered to her and was led to the small room him and his daughter shared.
The little girl ran to her small bed and soon held up a piece of paper with a two happily colored stick figures. Ash assumed it was him and her.
"Beautiful. I love it Kira! Why don't we hang it up on the wall?" Ash said as he ran his hands through his long black locks.
The girl grinned and looked at her father with her large green eyes before going to the wall that had tons of pictures drawn by her on it and pasted it on. Ash watched his brown haired daughter and smiled. He was happy to have her. The girl had no mother and Ash was pretty poor and couldn't do much for his daughter but without a doubt,he did try!


Ash exhaled slowly,cleaning her gravestone as best as he could without crying. He wished that she could've lived. He continued to rub the moss and grass that has managed to dirty the gravestone as he thought of the horrible day of his daughter's death.

"Kira! KIRA! Don't move!" Ash shouted in the middle of a gun battle.
His little daughter hid behind a few trash cans. She was no where near her father.The gun shots scared her. Kira hugged herself tightly and began to softly cry. Ash shot his gun at his foes or at anything that moved. Kira soon got up and began to run to her father.
"DADDY!" She screamed.
Ash got startled and fired. Ash's eyes widen when he realized who he shot.
"KIRA!" Ash screamed as he watched her small body fall back and lay down on the pavement,lifeless.
Something in Ash suddenly snapped. Everything went cold and every pore in his body got angry. Anger filled him up. When Ash came back to his right state of mind,he held his dead daughter in his arms while a litter of other bodies around him. He looked down in horror. Kira's eyes were open and seemed to stare at him. Blood stained the corner of her lip and her pink dress. Ash whispered her name. Over and over,chanting the name as if it would bring her back. He cradled her as he went to an old cemetery slowly. Chanting.
Chanting.
When he arrived,he began to dig a grave for her with his bare hands. Tears ran down the young man's face. He lost his precious,beautiful daughter. The little soul that brightened his life. He lost her.
Lost her forever.
A priest came up to Ash and offered his assistance to Ash. Ash was still crying when the priest put his daughter in a spare coffin and put her in the now dug grave.
"What is her name...I will get her a gravestone." The priest said softly and looked at Ash.
Ash didn't respond,trembling as he watched other men bury his daughter.
"Sir? What is her name?" The priest pressed gently.
Ash crumbled to his knees.
"KIRA!!!!" He screamed as he covered his face and sobbed.

Ash rested his head on the gravestone,trembling. It's been so many years but it still hurt. He has had so many children but his first daughter was Kira and she was very special to Ash. His most treasured child. Gone forever and never lived her life.
"Ashton...It's time to go home. Kira wouldn't like to see her father sad." A gently voice came.
Ash looked up to see a priest. Not the one who helped him. No,that was a good 200 years ago. Ash smiled sadly.
"Alright...I will..leave."He said gently and rose,"Please take care of her grave."
The priest nodded.
"I will Ashton..."The priest said gently.
Ash looked down before slowly leaving for home.