Disclaimer: I do not own Inu-Yasha or any of its characters. If I did, I
would be a far richer woman.
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I know that you all think I'm awful. It's okay. If I were you, I'd probably hate me too. But try to look at it from my point of view.
He was mine first. Mine. He loved ME first. Not her. Never her. She's just a shadow of who I was. Who I am. How would you feel? How would you feel to see your first love, your ONLY love, chasing after a replica of you? That's all she is after all. Just a replica, a copy. I was the one who made him love. I was the one who made him trust. Not her. I was the one who broke through his tough shell and softened his heart. He loves because of me. He feels because of me. He trusts because of me.
I gave him love. . . and what did I get in return? Death. I died. I died while he lived on. Lived on to love again. I put in all the work and SHE gets all the benefits. I changed him from who he was, what he was. I made him, yet she gets to enjoy him. It's not fair. I ask again, how would you feel? How would you feel if you were brought back to life against your will and the one you loved would have preferred you stay dead? That he'd moved on and chosen a mere image of you over the real you? That's what he did after all. That's what he told me.
The first day I was brought back, he held onto me as I dangled over that cliff and he told me to return to HER body. To die so that she would live. I loved him, more than I ever loved anyone else, and he wanted me to die so that his new love could live. I wouldn't though. How could I? I had had both my life and my love ripped away from me years ago; I was not going to let it happen again.
You may think that I don't love him anymore, but I do. I love him and I hate him at the same time. I love him for what we had and I hate him for what SHE'S done to our relationship. He should be with me, it's just that simple. Where I go, he will go. He promised me that, all those many years ago. He owes me that.
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I know that you all think I'm awful. It's okay. If I were you, I'd probably hate me too. But try to look at it from my point of view.
He was mine first. Mine. He loved ME first. Not her. Never her. She's just a shadow of who I was. Who I am. How would you feel? How would you feel to see your first love, your ONLY love, chasing after a replica of you? That's all she is after all. Just a replica, a copy. I was the one who made him love. I was the one who made him trust. Not her. I was the one who broke through his tough shell and softened his heart. He loves because of me. He feels because of me. He trusts because of me.
I gave him love. . . and what did I get in return? Death. I died. I died while he lived on. Lived on to love again. I put in all the work and SHE gets all the benefits. I changed him from who he was, what he was. I made him, yet she gets to enjoy him. It's not fair. I ask again, how would you feel? How would you feel if you were brought back to life against your will and the one you loved would have preferred you stay dead? That he'd moved on and chosen a mere image of you over the real you? That's what he did after all. That's what he told me.
The first day I was brought back, he held onto me as I dangled over that cliff and he told me to return to HER body. To die so that she would live. I loved him, more than I ever loved anyone else, and he wanted me to die so that his new love could live. I wouldn't though. How could I? I had had both my life and my love ripped away from me years ago; I was not going to let it happen again.
You may think that I don't love him anymore, but I do. I love him and I hate him at the same time. I love him for what we had and I hate him for what SHE'S done to our relationship. He should be with me, it's just that simple. Where I go, he will go. He promised me that, all those many years ago. He owes me that.