A/N: This little piece followed 'Time's Inequities' out of my head. It's
not really related. I just suddenly wanted to try writing something
similar from Kagome's point of view. It actually ended up a little
angstier than I intended, but hey, I know better than to argue with my
muse. He always wins anyway.
Okay, I'll go work on 'Synthetic Emotions' and 'Hunter's Moon' like a good girl.
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.
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Why is it we can't speak?
We talk all the time, but we rarely actually say anything, you know? Well, I talk all the time; you aren't what one would really call a conversationalist. You've opened up to me a few times, and I treasure each one, but normally you get defensive, or just don't answer at all.
I don't particularly help much, do I? Look at me, talking to myself. I wonder if this is a sign of severe mental instability. I can say everything so easily in my head. 'I love you, Inuyasha!' See, look how easy that was. Now if only I could say it aloud. If only one of us could work up the guts to say the words, and recognize the situation we both know is there.
You do know it's there, don't you? You'd have to be blind not to. And deaf. And stupid. Whatever I may say, I don't really think you're stupid. Though sometimes I think you're being willfully dense.
No, you know, and I know, and neither of us says anything because then we'll have to do something about it. You don't want to make a choice, and I don't want to force you to, because I'm terrified what your decision would be. But you must know what's between us, or else you wouldn't have tried to send me away. If I wasn't a threat to your relationship with Kikyo, there's no reason I couldn't be your friend. You didn't try to make Sango leave.
That's the catch isn't it? We're friends, I think, because we love each other enough to be friends if friends is all we can be. It hurts so much, but while I don't know about you, I would never give up that torture for anything. Being with you has become as natural as breathing to me. Even when I want to Sit you straight through to the center of the earth.
Now I sound like some kind of Sadomasochist. Maybe I am.
This is so stupid. I keep doing this. Coming up with all the things I want to tell you, and all the things I wish I could hear from you, and filing them away in some secret room in my heart, where I keep all the things we never say.
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Later. (Review, because if you don't, my ninja penguins will come and get you.)
Okay, I'll go work on 'Synthetic Emotions' and 'Hunter's Moon' like a good girl.
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.
*~*~*
Why is it we can't speak?
We talk all the time, but we rarely actually say anything, you know? Well, I talk all the time; you aren't what one would really call a conversationalist. You've opened up to me a few times, and I treasure each one, but normally you get defensive, or just don't answer at all.
I don't particularly help much, do I? Look at me, talking to myself. I wonder if this is a sign of severe mental instability. I can say everything so easily in my head. 'I love you, Inuyasha!' See, look how easy that was. Now if only I could say it aloud. If only one of us could work up the guts to say the words, and recognize the situation we both know is there.
You do know it's there, don't you? You'd have to be blind not to. And deaf. And stupid. Whatever I may say, I don't really think you're stupid. Though sometimes I think you're being willfully dense.
No, you know, and I know, and neither of us says anything because then we'll have to do something about it. You don't want to make a choice, and I don't want to force you to, because I'm terrified what your decision would be. But you must know what's between us, or else you wouldn't have tried to send me away. If I wasn't a threat to your relationship with Kikyo, there's no reason I couldn't be your friend. You didn't try to make Sango leave.
That's the catch isn't it? We're friends, I think, because we love each other enough to be friends if friends is all we can be. It hurts so much, but while I don't know about you, I would never give up that torture for anything. Being with you has become as natural as breathing to me. Even when I want to Sit you straight through to the center of the earth.
Now I sound like some kind of Sadomasochist. Maybe I am.
This is so stupid. I keep doing this. Coming up with all the things I want to tell you, and all the things I wish I could hear from you, and filing them away in some secret room in my heart, where I keep all the things we never say.
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Later. (Review, because if you don't, my ninja penguins will come and get you.)