The only thing I own is this little story that I am writing now.
In the end, she looked back and remembered.
Rin was a little girl.
As long as she could remember, she had been alone.
It was hard being alone.
It was painful.
She had thought many times of death.
She had come close to it many times.
Everyday the villagers stoned her.
Everyday the darkness that threatened to consume her entirely strengthened.
She remembered that fateful day.
She had gone to the forest.
She had been ready to give into the darkness entirely.
But when she reached her spot, she found Him.
He was breathtaking, asleep, a god in appearance.
And he was sitting in her spot.
She wondered later if it was divine intervention.
She ran to find food to feed him, and herbs to treat his wounds.
When he woke and asked her, talked to her, acknowledged her, the darkness seemed to go away.
But he left and the darkness came back.
When the wolves came to her, her last thought was that the darkness would finally have its way
But when she came back to life and saw her god in front of her, she felt the darkness go out of her in that moment.
He walked away. This time she followed him. He let her.
She traveled with him. She met his brother. She played with his servants.
She felt alive. He took care of her. She had never had that kind of love from anyone that she could remember. Her parents had died long ago.
But one day, he came.
He tried to hurt her.
Her god came and saved her.
She had never realized till then just how strong he was and how she was hindering him.
She tried to be more useful to him.
Then It happened.
She came, and her god started to spend less time with her.
On the stormy night however, she was scared and went running to her god's room for protection.
But what she saw chilled her to the bone.
Her master was asleep in his bed, and the woman who had taken him away was standing there with a knife in her hand.
And as the knife hand raised to kill the only one who had cared for her, Rin sprung into action.
She grabbed her lord and screamed.
He woke up and killed the demon.
But the damage was done.
Rin had run before the blade and it had pierced her heart.
As she died in his arms, she told him how sorry she was to be a burden, and how happy she was that he had come into her life.
She told him her life story.
On stormy nights, he sits by his window and remembers her.
He never will understand why he saved her, or why she thought that she was worthless.
In the end it was not her who was saved.
It was him.
And all he could do to keep her alive was remember.
So he did.