"I HATE YOU! I WISH I WOULD DIE!" Those had been her last words to him
before she ran. The words rang in her head. Yes, she'd said she wanted to
die. Not that she wanted him to die, no. She had never wanted that. She had
loved him so much, that she didn't care about her self any more, only that
he was alive and happy. Or so she thought that was all she cared about.
But this time she just couldn't not care about herself. He'd hurt her for the last time. That night she'd caught him with her again. That wench that wouldn't stop messing with their lives. How she hated that woman, that awful woman who had caused her so much pain. She hated how she burned with rage at this woman, but the fiery pain of her heart made it dull in comparison. The fire swelled in her chest as she watched him lean forward. It threatened to consume her as she saw their lips touch, and it almost burned her to death as she caught a glimpse of his tongue dancing in the wench's mouth. Her skin was scalding her, her eyes like fireballs embedded in her skull. When she couldn't take it anymore, she had screamed. Her love had turned to her, guilt reflecting in his amber orbs. He had called her name, forgetting his secret lover for a moment. She had almost retched at the site of his hand resurfacing from under the woman's shirt. She started shaking as he called her name again. She couldn't take it after that.
So she ran. She ran as fast as she could. But she was nothing compared to his speed. He caught up in no time. He grabbed her wrist, trying to make her listen, but she wouldn't. She couldn't. So she did what came to her mind first. She hurt him. No badly, but a slap in the face was enough to get his attention. "I HATE YOU!" she yelled. "I WISH I WOULD DIE!" He recoiled a few steps, releasing his grip on her hand. She took off again, tears streaming down her face. He had been so cruel to her, yet she still loved him. Tomorrow she would go back to him, the way she always did, before he woke from his slumber, and whisper his name before crawling off to her bed. Inu Yasha...
But this time she just couldn't not care about herself. He'd hurt her for the last time. That night she'd caught him with her again. That wench that wouldn't stop messing with their lives. How she hated that woman, that awful woman who had caused her so much pain. She hated how she burned with rage at this woman, but the fiery pain of her heart made it dull in comparison. The fire swelled in her chest as she watched him lean forward. It threatened to consume her as she saw their lips touch, and it almost burned her to death as she caught a glimpse of his tongue dancing in the wench's mouth. Her skin was scalding her, her eyes like fireballs embedded in her skull. When she couldn't take it anymore, she had screamed. Her love had turned to her, guilt reflecting in his amber orbs. He had called her name, forgetting his secret lover for a moment. She had almost retched at the site of his hand resurfacing from under the woman's shirt. She started shaking as he called her name again. She couldn't take it after that.
So she ran. She ran as fast as she could. But she was nothing compared to his speed. He caught up in no time. He grabbed her wrist, trying to make her listen, but she wouldn't. She couldn't. So she did what came to her mind first. She hurt him. No badly, but a slap in the face was enough to get his attention. "I HATE YOU!" she yelled. "I WISH I WOULD DIE!" He recoiled a few steps, releasing his grip on her hand. She took off again, tears streaming down her face. He had been so cruel to her, yet she still loved him. Tomorrow she would go back to him, the way she always did, before he woke from his slumber, and whisper his name before crawling off to her bed. Inu Yasha...