AN: I'm back! I haven't written on anything in a very long time. I submitted this as an RP sample for a character application. I really hope you like it! I can't wait to hear back and see if I got the role! Also, if you've ever looked at my other story, I will be updating it very shortly, and then finishing it. I am really back. Also, I desperately need a beta. Private message me?
Title: Even Then
Disclaimer: Not mine. Kubo is a genius.
Rating: K+
Inspiration: "Where Does the Good Go?" by Tegan & Sara
The wind was freezing at her back, a feeling she remembered all too well. She was surprised to see that the ramshackle skeleton of a house where she had spent her youth was still standing. If she looked hard enough, then she could see a younger version of herself watching a silver head bob into the distance leaving her wondering if she'd see the grin of the face that she could almost no longer make out.
Stepping inside she stood staring at the four walls as if they'd explain to her what had happened here that led to Gin's death. If she hadn't been so helpless, so needy, then would he have felt the need to protect her? She knew that there was no changing the past, but she wondered, she wished. Even now she knows that it would have made no difference. His life started the same day as hers, and their lives were intertwined beyond unraveling. Some days, she curses that mind-blowing, life-shattering love, and other days she counts that she was so lucky to have such a soul-consuming, life-maintaining love.
The tears threaten to fall, but she is much stronger than that. That wasn't what she was here for. Instead, she closed her eyes and smiled as she recalled the petty fights, the late nights, and the childish admiration of a younger pair of people. 'Then again,' she thought, tossing some dried persimmons across the dirty ground of the shack were her life began, 'maybe childish admiration doesn't cover it.' She looked at the proper burial she came here to give him. 'Maybe I even loved him then.'