Disclaimer: I don't own anyone from InuYasha. *sniff* Thanks for rubbing
it in.
Author note: I know I should be working on the other two stories but this is short and it popped into my head. The other two will take a while, I'm doing some major revisions on MWTS and I need to rewrite the third chapter in Dark Memories then continue it. It will happen eventually. I promise. Remember to guess who the people are in the reviews please.
The old woman rested on her futon, alone in the center of a dimly lit room. Once midnight black hair had faded to a rustic gray; and once bright and intelligent eyes had dimmed. Her health had been failing for years and neither human nor youkai doctors could stop it. No one could stop the aging process. Everyone knew this. Time was slowly slipping by as her remaining life drifted away with it. 'I have lived a good life, with no regrets. I should just die peacefully.' She kept telling herself, trying to convince herself. 'But…the one thing…' she felt her eyes fill with bitter tears, and her heart constricted with an old and familiar pain. 'The one thing that I wanted most, I could never have.' The tears were spilling down her face now, and running into her hair. 'All I ever wanted was for him to love me…'
In her mind's eye she could see him as clear as if he were standing in front of her. His amber eyes, his snow-white hair that fell well past his waist, the way he smelt; she could remember every detail about him. All their traveling and adventures and battles, every thing that they had done together were forever etched on her memory. But the freshest and clearest were the times when he had risked his life to save hers and the few tender moments that they had shared together. Those were the ones closest to her heart. 'But those were few and far between.' She thought bitterly.
"All because you couldn't let go." She murmured out loud.
'You couldn't let go of your pride, or your damned "obligations". I was right in front of you. I gave my life to you. But you never saw.'
The screen door on the opposite side of the room slide open quietly and then slide back home. She closed her eyes. 'Now he comes. My life is almost at an end and now he makes time to come and see me.' He was kneeling next to her now. She opened her eyes to look at him one last time.
The passage of time had done nothing to mar his continence. His amber eyes looked a little wiser, older, but the rest was untouched. His mouth moved, but she couldn't hear the words. He spoke again and she watched his lips closely, reading them. Her name. He was saying her name… She felt the tears build again. Her lungs burned, it was hard to breath. Her time, her life, was almost up. 'And he's here…with…me…'
She lifted her hand to cup the side of his face. It was such a sharp contrast, her old, withered and wrinkled hand against his smooth and flawless skin. She couldn't breath, this was it. She could feel her heart beating furiously in her chest, trying to get oxygen to her brain. But her old muscles were just to tired, they couldn't do it anymore. She closed her eyes again; too tired to keep them open any longer. She was so tired. She released her breath, and with it released the words that had burdened her heart for most of her life. It only came out as a whisper, but she knew that he heard.
"I…love…you. I always…have."
Before the blackness of oblivion enveloped her, she felt one last thing before her hand slipped from his cheek. A small drop of moisture splashed against the skin.
'A…tear?'
Well, how was it? I know it was short. I could think of what else to write. Who do you think it is? I'm thinking about writing a second part from the guy's point of view. Please tell me what you think.
Author note: I know I should be working on the other two stories but this is short and it popped into my head. The other two will take a while, I'm doing some major revisions on MWTS and I need to rewrite the third chapter in Dark Memories then continue it. It will happen eventually. I promise. Remember to guess who the people are in the reviews please.
The old woman rested on her futon, alone in the center of a dimly lit room. Once midnight black hair had faded to a rustic gray; and once bright and intelligent eyes had dimmed. Her health had been failing for years and neither human nor youkai doctors could stop it. No one could stop the aging process. Everyone knew this. Time was slowly slipping by as her remaining life drifted away with it. 'I have lived a good life, with no regrets. I should just die peacefully.' She kept telling herself, trying to convince herself. 'But…the one thing…' she felt her eyes fill with bitter tears, and her heart constricted with an old and familiar pain. 'The one thing that I wanted most, I could never have.' The tears were spilling down her face now, and running into her hair. 'All I ever wanted was for him to love me…'
In her mind's eye she could see him as clear as if he were standing in front of her. His amber eyes, his snow-white hair that fell well past his waist, the way he smelt; she could remember every detail about him. All their traveling and adventures and battles, every thing that they had done together were forever etched on her memory. But the freshest and clearest were the times when he had risked his life to save hers and the few tender moments that they had shared together. Those were the ones closest to her heart. 'But those were few and far between.' She thought bitterly.
"All because you couldn't let go." She murmured out loud.
'You couldn't let go of your pride, or your damned "obligations". I was right in front of you. I gave my life to you. But you never saw.'
The screen door on the opposite side of the room slide open quietly and then slide back home. She closed her eyes. 'Now he comes. My life is almost at an end and now he makes time to come and see me.' He was kneeling next to her now. She opened her eyes to look at him one last time.
The passage of time had done nothing to mar his continence. His amber eyes looked a little wiser, older, but the rest was untouched. His mouth moved, but she couldn't hear the words. He spoke again and she watched his lips closely, reading them. Her name. He was saying her name… She felt the tears build again. Her lungs burned, it was hard to breath. Her time, her life, was almost up. 'And he's here…with…me…'
She lifted her hand to cup the side of his face. It was such a sharp contrast, her old, withered and wrinkled hand against his smooth and flawless skin. She couldn't breath, this was it. She could feel her heart beating furiously in her chest, trying to get oxygen to her brain. But her old muscles were just to tired, they couldn't do it anymore. She closed her eyes again; too tired to keep them open any longer. She was so tired. She released her breath, and with it released the words that had burdened her heart for most of her life. It only came out as a whisper, but she knew that he heard.
"I…love…you. I always…have."
Before the blackness of oblivion enveloped her, she felt one last thing before her hand slipped from his cheek. A small drop of moisture splashed against the skin.
'A…tear?'
Well, how was it? I know it was short. I could think of what else to write. Who do you think it is? I'm thinking about writing a second part from the guy's point of view. Please tell me what you think.