This can't be a dream, I don't want it to be

Disclaimer: I do not own or create the Rurouni Kenshin characters, that honor goes to Watsuki Sama, I am forever in debt for him doing so

~author's note: this is not in rhyme. I just started writing it in class and finished it at home, on the computer so it's sort of a quicky. Please tell me what you think(^.^x)

By the Sea

This can't be a dream, I don't want it to be.

The wind blows, playing with my hair as the sea dances cold around my feet.

I see him, standing still, at a distance from me, looking out at the sea,

            the deep blue and brilliant sea.

His hair flows out behind him, fiery in the sunlight.

He doesn't see me, doesn't realize that I'm here, staring at him,

            looking at the sea.

If I could, I'd stay here forever, watching him forever, but…

He stands there, looking at the sea, alone.

He shouldn't be alone, no one should ever be alone.

I wish to go to him, but….

I'm afraid.

Afraid that if I stay, he will just fade away.

I'm afraid.

Afraid that if I go to him, he will disappear.

I don't want to go!

I don't want him to go!

I want him.

I need him.

I love him.

I stand here, unseen. I want to be seen.

I want him to notice me.

I want Him to want me.

I want Him to Need me.

I want him to love me.

He stands there, sighs, looks down, away from the sea.

Startled, suddenly, he looks up, and over at me.

I freeze, shivering, warm, under his glance.

He smiles.

I melt.

His smiling eyes are full of kindness, their gentle.

His hand raises towards me.

Inviting me.

Beckoning me.

Come to me, it says.

I stand there.

My breath faltering.

I take a step forward, my knees are weak, I can't walk, only stagger.

Wishing.

Wanting.

Willing.

Wishing.

Can this be?

Does he want me?

Does he need me?

Dose he….. dose he love me?

I walk, slowly unsure, as a child taking it's first steps.

He smiles, patient, the waves lap at both of our feet.

The wind blows stronger, my…his hair is blown away from the sea.

I stand only a few feet away now.

His hand is at his side.

He stands there, smiling still.

I smile, unsure.

His face, softens.

Eyes glistening, I see a tear.

Falling, down, across his scar.

Is he sad?

No.

He's still smiling, … yet..

He's still crying.

Why?

I look up at him, crying

Without warning, I feel his arms wrap around me.

Nurturing me.

Caressing me.

Wanting me.

Needing me.

Loving me.

I smile.

I cry.

I wrap my arm around him.

I nurture him.

I caress him.

I have him.

I need him more.

…I love him.

I lie in his arms.

He's beautiful.

I love him.

This can't be a dream, I don't want it to be.