She stood a black silhouette atop the hill. Her gaze rested on the full moon, its light undaunted by the clouds moving before it. A gentle breeze lifted her hair, caressing the soft midnight tresses. The girl, no woman, closed her eyes and breathed the crisp cool air in. How this night was truly like her life was uncanny. Her love, the moon, and him, well the clouds. In a constant dance with each other, but he was as unaware of her as he was the wind that moved him. Her love for him had grown to its fullest, sometimes shadowed by his callousness and inconsideration, but still she allowed her love for the hanyou to grow and shine. A lone tear slid gently down her face, leaving a cold trail behind. She opened her eyes to look at the moon again. The winter clouds still danced before it. This would be the last tear she cried for him, she would not hurt herself any longer. He as always would remain unaware of her affections.

She turned slightly to gaze on her companion waiting patiently at the base of the hill. His golden eyes illuminated by the shine of the moon, glowed ethereally. She had long ago begun to see something in him. Something he hid from the world. He held her gaze exuding a strength she could only wish to have. He never wavered, never broke. Her heart yearned for that, but knowing it was an impossibility, broke his gaze. His heart was not for her, never had been and never would be. She was doomed to wander the earth for all her life alone. There was no one out there for her. With that knowledge burning in her head, she turned her eyes back to the moon, now shrouded in clouds causing a beautiful halo effect.