Words Without Meaning: Chapter 3
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~Future~
She couldn’t see.
The rain obscured her vision enough, but her tears just added to the problem. They filled her eyes and trickled down her cheeks, mingling with the purity of the raindrops. Her vision was too distorted to distinguish anything except the immense sadness she felt within her; such a painful, heart-wrenching sadness that made her want to burst.
It wasn’t supposed to be this way.
Her sobs were quiet this time, nothing like the loud, hiccupping sobs that she had cried when she lost her brother. Probably because she had always known, deep down, that she could no longer save him.
But this…
She shouldn’t have needed to save him. She shouldn’t have needed to hack off that cursed hand just so he could live. But the need had suddenly risen, and she had tried.
Tried and failed.
Just as he had failed to keep his promise to her.
“You weren’t supposed to leave me,” she whispered brokenly, staring at the crudely fashioned marker with heartbreak imbedded in her eyes. “You were supposed to live. You were supposed to marry me. You promised…”
Her voice died as tears wracked her hunched form again. Her cries rose steadily higher as the grief built inside her, as the guilt overwhelmed her shattered spirit.
I should have saved you.
I wasn’t strong enough...I wasn’t fast enough…
I’m so sorry…
Now he was gone. Nothing was left of him but a memory. Not even a wretched bead from his rosary. Everything had been sucked into the black abyss that had his name written on it by the hands of fate.
All they could do to honor his name was carve an epitaph on a pathetic slab of stone and stick it in the mud above an empty grave.
Miroku
Houshi. Friend. Brother. Lover.
Forever shall you be missed.
~Future~
She couldn’t see.
The rain obscured her vision enough, but her tears just added to the problem. They filled her eyes and trickled down her cheeks, mingling with the purity of the raindrops. Her vision was too distorted to distinguish anything except the immense sadness she felt within her; such a painful, heart-wrenching sadness that made her want to burst.
It wasn’t supposed to be this way.
Her sobs were quiet this time, nothing like the loud, hiccupping sobs that she had cried when she lost her brother. Probably because she had always known, deep down, that she could no longer save him.
But this…
She shouldn’t have needed to save him. She shouldn’t have needed to hack off that cursed hand just so he could live. But the need had suddenly risen, and she had tried.
Tried and failed.
Just as he had failed to keep his promise to her.
“You weren’t supposed to leave me,” she whispered brokenly, staring at the crudely fashioned marker with heartbreak imbedded in her eyes. “You were supposed to live. You were supposed to marry me. You promised…”
Her voice died as tears wracked her hunched form again. Her cries rose steadily higher as the grief built inside her, as the guilt overwhelmed her shattered spirit.
I should have saved you.
I wasn’t strong enough...I wasn’t fast enough…
I’m so sorry…
Now he was gone. Nothing was left of him but a memory. Not even a wretched bead from his rosary. Everything had been sucked into the black abyss that had his name written on it by the hands of fate.
All they could do to honor his name was carve an epitaph on a pathetic slab of stone and stick it in the mud above an empty grave.
Miroku
Houshi. Friend. Brother. Lover.
Forever shall you be missed.