Do not Own Inuyasha and others.
Drabble One.
"It looks as though, your letting go." She whispered, with her head in her hands.
She sat near the frozen river, the moon's light reflected.
He stood behind her, not too close, nor too far.
He leaned against the ancient tree.
"I can't say I'm not." He managed.
She choked back tears, you could tell easily.
Guilt stabbed him but he ignored it.
Snow started to fall peacefully.
He glanced over at her and noticed her shivering.
She looked back at him,
snowflakes painted her tear-stained face; a sparkling masterpiece drenched in pain.
Her tears that were rolling down her cheeks glistened in the moonlight.
"We're dying, both you and I."
No reply.
And as she wiped away her tears, she stated firmly,
"We are dead to eachother, Inuyasha."