A/n: Inuyasha and its characters do not belong to me.
Word count: 165
There was a feeling inside him, which he was unable to name. A feeling which made him feel empty from the insides. What was it called? Desperation?
No…..
Then, what would he name the feeling which made him so hopeless?
Every time he gazed at her unmoving form, his eyes would drop down in sadness and pain.
What was it? Longing? Yes, longing indeed! He thought. He longed for her warm touch, her blue eyes and her bright smile. He longed for their passionate nights and her sweet scent. He longed for her.
There was something else, pain. He thought. He was in pain because she had not awoken since four weeks. Innumerable times he had cursed the traitors, the Tenseiga maiden and even himself.
He looked towards the heavens, and did something which he had never done before. He sent a silent prayer to end her sleep.
There was a feeling nagging him, what could he name it.
Yes! He thought. "I am melancholic."
Prompt: Melancholic.
