Survivor
Sango was always a survivor. She had almost died at her brother's hand, but she had lived. She had crawled out of her own grave before. It only made sense that she would be the last one left.
But she didn't know if she could survive this.
The things she had seen. She had ran towards Shippo while he and Kirara were blown up.
She had watched Naraku steal Kohaku's shard, and then held her brother's hand as he passed from this world to the next.
Sango had seen InuYasha throw himself in front of an attack meant for Kagome.
She had watched, helpless, as Kagome had fallen into a pool of miasma, having used the last of her strength to kill Naraku.
And Sango had cried as Miroku pushed her away from him, and she had seen his wind tunnel grow, and suck her love into oblivion.
She missed him so much. A tear rolled down her cheek.
Why her? Why did she and she alone, have to survive?
She had searched for Kagome's bones, and she buried them with InuYasha's body.
She had put Kohaku's remains' at rest, his grave now lay side by side with their father's grave. And Sango had prayed for Shippo and Kirara.
The most magnificent grave marker now stood in the crater where Miroku lost his life. He deserved so much more. So what if they had argued and fought? Sango loved Miroku and that was all that mattered.
Sango stepped toward the edge.
When she lost her brother and father, she had the slayers. When she lost the slayers, Kagome, InuYasha, Miroku, and the others were there for her.
Now they were gone, she was alone. All alone.
No one should be as alone as her, or feel the pain she felt.
She wished she had kissed Miroku, wished she had told him her full feelings. She wished she had been stronger.
She stood here, and felt the wind blow through her hair. Her tears kept flowing, she didn't care anymore.
Sango was so high up. She had chosen here for a reason.
She didn't want to stay a survivor.
But she was scared. She remembered that Kohaku had been scared too.
But the situations differed. Death had come too soon for her younger brother.
She was going to Death.
Sango took the final step. Her toes balanced on the edge.
She knew her friends would think she should live. But she wasn't living, not really.
Her body breathed and her heart beat, but that was as close to life as she could get. Her soul seemed gone and her mind was hollow. Her heart ached.
Sango spread her arms wide and leaned over the edge. Her body fell.
For the first time in so long, she smiled. A tired, relieved smile.
"I'm coming, Miroku."