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Introduction

Haku

We were sprinting towards the border to the Human world. I held her hand while we sprinted. I felt a little happy because of the warmth from her hand that I held in mine. But I was also sad. She was returning to the Human world, she was going on without me. Forwards, towards her future that couldn't be together with me.

Why had I fallen in love with this Human girl? When? I don't know and I don't care anymore. She saved me, and gave me my life back, taught me the importance of friends and love. A mere Human shouldn't be able to learn a dragon such things.

I wished I could ask her to stay here, be with me. But I knew she didn't have a future here. This was the Spirit world; no Human could live here for a long time without turning into a spirit. And if that happened, she would never be able to return to the place she was born, the Human world.

When we came to the river with the border I could barely see her parents in the distance, waiting for her to come. They had of course forgotten what had happened, and waited for their little girl who they thought where a bit late.

When we came to the river I felt sadder, I wished I could follow her over. But told her I couldn't, I told her she would be fine and that she must promise to not look back. I didn't know what I would do if she looked back, would I rescue her again and stand before the wrath of the Old Gods?

She asked about me, I answered her like I though she wanted me to, with a little smile. "Don't worry. I will go back and have a little talk Yubaba. I'm going to tell her I quit being her apprentice." And to reassure her more, because she seemed like she didn't believe me, I said. "I'm fine, I got my name back."

"Will we meet again sometime?" She said this unsure. She wanted to meet again, I felt a bit happy, but I knew I had to lie to her.

"Sure we will." I tried to sound like I told the truth but I'm not sure she believed me, because she said:

"Promise?"

"Promise." I said surer this time, because she wouldn't go if she didn't believe me. She was staring at me the whole time, like she tried to memorize my face for the future. But I knew it wouldn't help, she would forget everything when she crossed the river and walked into the building.

"Now go. Don't look back!" I held out her hand towards the river and her parents, trying to tell her to go while I wanted her to stay. But she started to go down the stairs, still holding my hand.

When her hand slipped out of my hand I felt like crying. She meant so much for me, and now she was leaving me forever. She would forget me, living in the Human world. She would find someone else, one to marry and have children with. I could never give her that, that's why I let her go.

But I held out my hand a little after she had let go of it, maybe she would take it again. But she didn't, she continued forward, one time she stopped and it seemed like she would turn back, but then her parents called, and she was gone.

I loved Chihiro. I would never forget her even though she would forget me. I felt like my heart had been drawn out of me, I knew I wouldn't love anyone except Chihiro.

Chihiro

I cried out her name silently, she was my soul mate, and I would never get the chance to see her or touch her again. The world was cruel.

Chihiro

I was crying. This wasn't real. It couldn't be happening. How did this happen? Why didn't I do anything to prevent it? Could I have done something? I believe I could, even if the doctors said there was no hope; I believe I could have done something to save her again.

Tears falls down my cheeks. I can't stop them from pouring. I know my eyes are red and puffy. I haven't slept good or eaten proper in two weeks. And it's starting to show. My face is white, with red eyes from crying. I have gotten a lot thinner than before, my cheeks stand out more, lost its round shape of childhood.

I looked to my left where dad is sitting. He looks even worse than me, grease hair, bad clothes and red eyes. He looks dead. His eyes unseeing, starring straight forward at the thing I didn't want to see.

Around us in the little room, relatives and people we know, knew and even don't know, are wandering back and forth. Some of them cry, the women have handkerchiefs tapping their eyes.

Some of the people come to us. They try to say something comforting, or just laying their hands on our shoulders, showing support. I don't want all those people to be here and I know she wouldn't want them to be here either. But I can't just throw them out. They also have a right to grieve. But now they are just annoying.

Because I have nowhere left to see, I turn my face to look at the picture in front of everyone. Incense is lighted, and flowers everywhere around it. The smiling face in the picture reminds me of happier times. Times with laughter and joy. Looking at the picture, a small tear flowing down my cheek, thinking:

"Why did you have to die? I could have saved you like I did before! Mom, you shouldn't have died, it wasn't your time yet. I don't know how to live without you!"