Okay, well, some of you may know me from the writing of I Loved Him that little story of Aven Yu and Zhuge Liang. But others of you do not, or so I imagine. So, this is a tragedy and you'll figure out the pairing if you read, so just READ it. It isn't THAT long. So, just PLEASE read and review, please? Do NOT make me beg…
Well, as for the disclaimer…
I don't own Koei or their characters, etc. So bite me, well don't really…
Zhuge: umm…
Me: SHUT IT!
Zhuge: temper, temper…
-She Wore Crimson-
"You'll never leave me, will you?" I asked him.
"Never." He said, and I believed him.
This was spoken on his wedding day, and every time I asked, even two nights before the battle. He never seemed to tire of answering. I remembered the last words I'd spoken to him. They weren't the best. I told him he was working too much and soon we were fighting. He left and I was mad at him, but my mind filled with a haunting fright that he wouldn't return.
'No he wouldn't, he can't. He promised.' But I could not make such an ominous feeling go away. And it remained throughout the day. I loved him despite the fact that he was never there. Our souls were entwined as one.
I went to bed without him, for the first time since we'd been married. I could still see his imprint on the sheets that I had failed to straighten that morning. He told me I couldn't go on the campaign, and I wondered why, he had never stopped me before. Suddenly, it struck me, 'unless he knew he wouldn't come back.' I rushed out of the bedroom, not bothering to change back into my day clothes. I saw a star in the sky, ruddy and dim, rising and falling in its place, before it finally fell to the Earth. It was silent, but my soul cried out. Our bond began to break.
"He knew!" I screamed, "You knew." My voice fell to a whisper as it met the empty air. I felt his soul slip from me. 'M-maybe it's a ploy—maybe this is all a nightmare.' But I knew deep in my heart that it was only a terrible reality. The words haunted my mind, 'Never.' It's misty tones rose and fell, it's dreamlike whisper filled my mind, 'never.'
"You didn't even let me say goodbye." Not one last kiss, or a warm hand on my cheek, wiping away the tears. My words to him earlier, haunted me from that moment on.
''Till death do us part.' It echoed in my mind, I never understood its meaning until now. When death erected a wall between me and my husband, me and my Liang. I could see his hand reaching for me, but never to grasp again. "I love you." I whispered. I slowly rose to my feet and gazed to the heavens, "He knew." The air chilled the tears on my face. He had loved me for me, not because I was beautiful, many said that I was not. For me.
My white nightgown flowed with the wind. I entered our cottage and remembered the words promising that we would return to our home in Nanyang when his work was finished, but it remained undone. I walked to our dresser and in a dreamlike haze, pulled the knife upon it from its sheath.
"If I cannot be with you in life," I said, drawing the knife to my breast, "then I shall in death." In a moment all the pain was gone, all the suffering. Without him, what point was there left in living?
