It's funny how we deceive ourselves,
Seeing things that aren't there.
How we override our minds,
With our feelings and pride.
Do we really exist?
Especially me.
Or are we the pawns in a game?
Of a disintegrating design?
Right now I am.
Strung in the web of lies,
Held against the one,
I wished to protect.
To shield from his feelings,
That led to his own destruction,
And mine.
Kagome sat near the fire as her mind wandered to the most dangerous of places. Her fears and feelings replaying again and again like a broken record that would never end. Her gaze lingered on the open pages of her journal that lie open in her lap. She shook her head as tears clouded her vision. She couldn't write anymore. The emotions that played her heart and mind like a piano were threatening to spill from her burning eyes.
The warmth of the blanket around her was quickly replaced by the bitter cold of the night, as she stood to return her journal to her bag. As she moved toward her bag she gazed at her friends that lay sleeping around the campsite. They didn't know of the pain that was coming to an unbearable height that ate away at her body and mind. They didn't understand how her life was spiraling into a black hole, to an irretrievable point of no return.
She could once again feel the burning of tears as she grabbed her bow and arrows and headed toward the edge of the forest. Maybe a walk would help clear her head. She continued on until the darkness of the shadows drug her into the night.
The moonless sky was dotted with tiny stars as Kagome came upon a field of black roses. Tiny drops of dew clung to the delicate petals of the roses, a perfect replica of glistening tears.