"Giving life another chance." It was what Inuyasha and his companions had urged upon Enju.
Kikyo had not been surprised to learn she was not the first doll of earth and bones birthed by Urasue. She had not been surprised to see Enju attempt to return to the dark sleep from whence she was dragged.
Sometimes, she wonders whether it would, indeed, be better to have followed the potter's example.
Life is for the living; for those who can love and laugh and give. She was a woman, once, alive; she ate and slept, bathed, played with her sister, watched the sunrise on crisp, clear mornings, and chased after fireflies during warm, still nights.
But she is nothing, now. A husk of a woman. Inside is nothing of the Kikyo she once was—just hate, smothered fury, and longing. There is nothing she can give any more.
"Give life another chance." A beautiful sentiment.
…unfortunately, she is of the dead. She cannot comply.
This is the third and final oneshot in a series about the main love triangle of Inuyasha. If you liked this, check out the other two: Bending Like the Willow, and Webster's Definitions.
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