Another drabble from older LJ posts
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"You think you are so great! Such a noble warrior you could just run off and die in battle to show your love for me?" she stood in the ashes of old Tokyo with a large gun to her side. Her car waited a ways behind her. "You really think you could just up and leave me to fend for myself alone for all this time and get away with it!?" she fought back a tear as her voice went unheard into the darkness of the city. Some rats ran away, both human and animal alike. They wanted none of this and didn't care to ask. She walked to her car and waited by the door as if there was someone waiting for her to turn around. She knew she was just making stuff up in her head, making up visions of how she'd love things to be. No matter how painful, no matter how desired... it could not be. She liked to think, even if the thought pained her, that she would miss her just as much if she died instead… or vanished…
"I'll hunt you down, dead or alive, I swear on my life, but… I'll live well in your name, in your image…your memory… I'll be alright, Jo..."