Through her, he had learnt that flowers are not forever

For years he stayed by her side while at the same time, wistfully watching her approach the old age. He had anticipated this long ago. He knew only too well that flowers which have reached their full blossom would slowly begin to wilt as the end of spring approaches. Indeed, spring was short this time, much too short to his liking, and he found that he could not keep up to the speed in which the process was taking place.

He dreaded the sure day when she wilted completely. The day when he had to live as he did before meeting her once again, yet this time with memories of her clawing at his heart. They could not predict anything from the future, yet the arrival of that day was the only thing that they knew they would have to face. He could not help the fear that started to cloud his mind, beginning to overcome his everlasting composure. Yet, at the same time, while the fear still lived, he treasured the little time she had left.

The little time they had left together. They clutched at it, trying their best to make the most of each day as if it was their last. Because it truly could have been their last.

It was exactly sixty-three years after their first meeting that the day had finally come. Before her end, she asked him to promise to live a happy life and take care of the children, which at the time, were already more than capable of doing so by themselves. How he could possibly live a happy life, he did not know. Nevertheless, he could do nothing but agree with everything she had whispered as death began to cloud her eyes for the third time. For the first time in his life, tears had fallen from the pair of amber eyes, tracing the magenta marks along his cheeks.

"I'm sure I'll see you again, Sesshomaru," she whispered with a smile. The very same smile which started it all.

Fin.

348 words

Start: 23 . 01 . 2019

Finish: 28 . 01 . 2019

So here it is. Phew, I'm so rusty at writing fics that this took me more than ten hours in total… I meannn, it's been quite literally YEARS. I also can't help but cringe whenever I try to write a romantic scene (it's a whole different story when it comes to reading though) so it might seem rushed TvT

But hey, rusty or not, I came back with a fic. Thanks for reading!

- Airin