Summary: He had made his decision, made his choice. And yet, all he could feel, was regret.
Inspiration: Rascal Flatts's song, What Hurts the Most
Dedication: General Screw-Ups.
She Would No Longer
The water moved silently, as if taunting him. The bitter wind clawed at him cruelly, sending sharp pains throughout his aching body. Even the birds refused to offer him any reprise, remaining still in the pre-dawn hour.
On Mornings like these, she would slide nearer to him – nosing her way close enough to share in his body heat.
Would. She would no longer.
A movement of his foot sent a pebble to the waters edge. It broke the black surface, sending ripples out in all directions. Sesshoumaru turned away from the water. He loathed this stream. Yet, she had Loved it. He tightened his grip on the stem in his hand.
Had. She would no longer.
Glancing to the horizon, he scowled. Hints of smoke could still be seen.
They'd come. Just hours after her passing, they'd come. And in great numbers, they'd desecrated her grave. Wearing their sick smiles, brandishing their heinous laughter, they brought their torches, and caught fire to the surrounding woodland. They dug up her corpse, and they cut and tore at her lifeless body – throwing her remains onto the blaze.
And, he had let them.
He had only been able to watch as her soul fled her helpless body. Why should he have come then?
He stood, bringing the flower to his face. Rin had once loved Roses. Once touched their soft scarlet petals.
Tossing the flower into the icy, black, water, he watched it be carried away. Far, Away.
He had made his decision, made his choice.
And yet, all he could feel, was regret.