Ok it's my second and I was in a sad mood so here it is and I was listening to missing by Evanescence so. But here it is and enjoy and review.
She loved him with all she had but he never knew. She never told him and with good reason to, at least in her mind it was. "Why do I love him?" it's the question she asked herself everyday of here life from the day she met him. She had loved him from the moment she first laid eyes on him. She felt like she had known him all her life. They would come to the same place on the same day every fweek they really never talked and when they did it was a insult contest.
Then when she went home she would cry and ask the same thing over and over again "Why do I love him?" He haunted her thoughts day and night. She would dream of being with him just talking just holding him. She would dream of being close to him and watching what he'd do. She would every once in a while dream of kissing him and telling him how she felt.
Telling him how much she loved him, everything about him, his eyes that shown red as blood, his hair, the way he walked and talked everything about him she could remember. But she always missed him, always. She would lay in bed and think about him and she would pray that he would love her to. But she knew she could never have him. He was so much more than she was.
She hated herself for what she was and everything she could never be. "It's better if I don't tell him he'll hate he if I tell him." she spoke to her empty room full of the sorrow she felt. She wondered if she would be missed by anyone, anyone at all. One day she was so heart broken she couldn't take the world anymore. All it's cold and cruel words the way she felt about herself it was to much.
She grabbed a razor blade and as she felt the blade pull across her beautiful skin she slid to the floor. She watched as the blood drip from her wrist as she cut the other. Then she looked up as her eye sight faded and spoke. "So this is what the cold is like." As she muddier the words her head fell and the darkness took her.
He found her. The one person she wondered the most about. He had been walking when he caught the small of blood on the air. But he knew it was different then a mugging or murder of just any person. He knew the small of this blood. As his speed increased so did his heart rate. His mind filled with concern.
When he ran through the door he knew something was completely off. He found where the scent was strongest. As he slowly opened the closed door he saw a body laying on the floor covered in blood. Her blood, her body as his mind saw the thought through he screamed "BOTAN!!" The word dripped with unhindered agony.
They had a funeral for her, her friends and family were there. The man she loved with all her heart was there as well, he was broken. The look on his face was gone. There was nothing there. He was darker and colder than ever. He stood there over her grave looking down seeing all the memoirs. Realizing they would never leave him.
"She loved you Hiei." Kurama said in a sad yet hidden pain. "I know, but why did she love me?" was Hiei sad reply to his friend "I miss her Kurama, I miss her." he was on the verge of breaking the careful mask he had put in place for this day. "We all miss her Hiei." Kurama tried to keep his friend's mask from cracking. "Kurama she's really gone." His mask was chipping. "Hiei I'm sorry." Kurama was sad and heart broken but not like Hiei was never like he was. Hiei vanished into the trees. For his sanity and to be alone. Before he left Kurama thought he saw a single tear role down his friends face.
"Why do I love him?" A question that lingered on the air, never to be answered.