Characters don't belong to me (all owns to Rumiko Takahashi), but the story is mine.
In the wind.
A. Teach.
The gentle breeze blew, moving his platinum hair.
Bringing a peculiar smell of flowers and death.
Sweet and sublime, to his nostrils.
He knew that she don't left him.
She was there, with him.
The wind remembered it as a whim.
Her essence remained intact.
Her essence remained in the wind.
And the memory was still there.
The memory of her sweet Kagura.
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I love this pair. And inspiration knock me so I decide to write this.
Is my first fic/poem in english, so please be kind with me. If there's an error, let me know.
¿Reviews?
