All the silver haired Jashinist could do is watch. She would wither away, her skin growing old and wrinkled, and her hair becoming pale to the point of being nearly see-through. He would watch her wither away, his lover wilting away like one of the blossoms that she was named after.
He would watch her steadily age, her body becoming old and frail, while his stayed young and muscular.
No matter how old she got, he still loved her, but it became harder for him to show her his feelings in the same way that he once had, before her senses dulled.
Now he stood at her graveside, the fresh mound of dirt covering her body that was six feet under.
Her black marble tombstone read 'the light in the heavy darkness'.
The man thought that no truer words had ever been spoken. She was his light in his dark, immortal world, and now she was gone.
His heart ached, and all he wanted to do was dig himself a hole right next to her so that he could rest eternally as well. But he couldn't, thanks to his religion and his consequent gift. Though now it was more of a curse, a deeply unwanted curse from his god.
He glared at the bouquet of flowers in his hands, their varying colors of vibrant pink to a pale white reminding him of her hair as it faded over the years.
A single tear caressed his cheek, falling to land on the tip of one of the flowers. A downpour quickly started only moments after.
The man crouched down and laid down the bouquet of flowers which she was named after. He then lifted a pale hand to stroke the words that were deeply engraved into the cold stone, his motion carrying a certain finality to it.
His tears flowed freely down his cheeks for a moment, then they abruptly ceased. She wouldn't want him to cry. She wouldn't want him to show off his weakness, the weakness that she felt ashamed that she had given him. What she had called his only weakness, and that he had called his greatest strength.
"I wish I could join you, my beloved" the man whispered, the quiet words being drowned out by the heavy rain.
He quickly stood, tearing his gaze away from her final resting place.
"I wish that I could join you in death, Sakura" he whispered again.
Then he slowly walked away from her deceased self, wishing that he could truly be with her in Heaven, though with his dirty, blood-stained soul would probably have him sent to Hell.
He looked back at her final resting place one last time, then turned his back to it, hoping to end this particularly dark, but somehow entirely joyful time in his eternal life.
A last tear shed for her, then his heart sealed up. He would not think of her. Wherever she was, seeing his pain would cause her pain.
"Goodbye, Sakura" he murmured quietly, the heavy gusts of wind and sheets of rain obliterating his words right after they left his mouth.
Unknown to him, a warm pink glow softly surrounded him, though he could not see it. This was her spirit, and she would watch over her love, her first and only true love, for his whole life, even if that life was forever.
"This is not goodbye, Hidan. This is merely a hello to a new beginning, the beginning of a new dawn" her voice whispered, a soft caress against his skin that he had thought was the wind.