I suppose I'm like Narcissus… I fell in love with my own reflection. She doesn't see it I hide behind my ploys and schemes and stupid revenge against Inuyasha. I don't know why I care anymore, about Inuyasha about any of it. Shell never know how I fell shell never see the jolts and shocks of electricity that run down my body when I see her and shell never know the led weight that sickens me when I have to pretend that she doesn't matter that only he matters and that in some twisted way I love him. No. I love only her my beautiful reflection the one thing that is pure and untainted in this world.
I guess I'm a freak I mean iv fallen in love with a girl who is essentially myself she looks like me smells like me talks like me… but she's so kind she's so innocent and loving she cares for everything even something so wrenched as me. A husk of dead clay infused with part of her soul. I cannot even live on my own I must feed on the souls of others to keep myself alive I have nothing am nothing. But still she care she would die for me she would save me she holds no hate in her heart for what iv done to the one she loves the one I hate more than any other not because he betrayed me but because he holds her heart. The heart of the one I love the one I want to protect the one who is precious to me and although he has her he obsesses over me and so I hate him that bastard who causes her pain makes her beautiful face screw up in anger makes her cry.
And yet I do that to stop her from knowing how I fell I push her away with Inuyasha I hurt her I hate it but I hurt her. I should tell her I should walk up to her and say "Kagome I am Narcissus and you are my reflection he sat day and night staring at his reflection because he loved him he loved his reflection more than his own life so he wasted away beside the pool staring into the water because he didn't want to leave his reflection all alone…. And that's how I fell about you. I love you Kagome." That's what I should say and yet somehow I know I never will. Ill just keep pretending keep pushing her away until there is nothing left of me but a shattered husk of clay and a broken bow and then it will be over and I , just like Narcissus will have withered and died while staring at my beautiful reflection.
