Written for the breath theme at mirsan_fics.
Inevitable
So close... She's a breath away from death and nothing he can do will save her. It's a cruel twist of fate that he was willing to die for her and in the end his devotion means nothing.
So still... At last he is able to hold her; she is cradled, unmoving, barely breathing, in his arms. The circumstances are breaking his heart.
So quiet... Her last request, uttered an eternity ago, echoes in his ears. "Take me with you."
He bows his head, waiting for the inevitable, his mind full of the things he cannot say to her. Sango, I'm sorry.