I have never known such a fear as the fear of love. I believe that it is ironic that the two should feel the same. The pounding of your heart in your ears as the world slows around you and leaves nothing else but the object of your desire.
People attempt to understand love, to write it down, to reason it out. What one must understand is the love cannot be held on paper or in the human hand only in their hearts and souls. Throughout time love has been portrayed through tragic, romantic, and comedic stories.
The only way I can see love is as an eternal spring within the soul, the warmth of day, and the peace of night. And I am left with only the remembrance of happier days.
As the leaves of October fell around me so did the life that I had built, for it crumbled down around me. I was the victim of a drunk driver, this accident had brought tidal waves of fear, depression, and loss crashing down upon me.
I bore witness the tragic death of my wife of only three years. At night when I could not sleep I could hear her scream as the car crumpled around us, the sound of the glass shattering and the agonizing silence when I called out to my spouse.
My name is Inuyasha, I'm 23, and two months ago I lost my wife Kikyou in a car accident. I have lost my will to live, which is why I am here at the Watson Mental Heath Center (WMHC).
I want to feel the warmth of life once again. To live in the eternal spring.
I am very open minded about my writing so please feel free to give me your suggestions. HopefullyI can deliever this plot well enough for my readers.
I've been working on this plot for some time now andI always seem to go back and change parts now and then. please understand though I havelimited time but I will do my very best to continue writing and updating as soon as possible. Reviews give me encouragment and I'll be happy to accept flames as well, but if you wish to flame please be descriptive about what it is you dislike so that I can make this story more enjoyable for you.
Thanks,
M.J
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha