The next couple of chapters will be like memories, the last as though it's
happeneing.
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I ground my teeth as I headed to his funeral. It was a while ago, but so fresh in my mind. Few others came. Sano, Yahiko, and Megumi and I were the most. The others I had never met.
I gazed at his body, still unsure how he could be gone. Hair pulled from his ponytail, it sprawled out beneath him like a carpet. The kimono looked nice, but the wrong color. Black. The color I and the others wore. The color of death.
I placed a bunch of flowers in the casket, wondering how it could be he looked at rest. I don't know how long I stood there, but when I returned to the Dojo, everyone was asleep.
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Kenshin has kept his promise. Just as my dreams begin to darken, I hear him reassure me. God how I miss him! There are times when after hearing his voice, I wake, expecting him to be sitting on the bed next to me, hair tied back, and a big grin on his face, eyes closed in glee. It hasn't happened yet.
Sometimes I comfort myself remembering what he said that day. It seems odd, But Being the last to see him alive, hearing what he said is nice. I just wish it had never happened.
Sometimes when I'm distracted, I hear his voice calling my name. Weather it's my imagination or not, I always look up, hoping to find him.
There are times I talk to myself. Or really, him. I converse about what has happened recently, never expecting a reply. I keep a picture of him close at hand, so I can see him how he was before the horrible day.
I ground my teeth as I headed to his funeral. It was a while ago, but so fresh in my mind. Few others came. Sano, Yahiko, and Megumi and I were the most. The others I had never met.
I gazed at his body, still unsure how he could be gone. Hair pulled from his ponytail, it sprawled out beneath him like a carpet. The kimono looked nice, but the wrong color. Black. The color I and the others wore. The color of death.
I placed a bunch of flowers in the casket, wondering how it could be he looked at rest. I don't know how long I stood there, but when I returned to the Dojo, everyone was asleep.
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Kenshin has kept his promise. Just as my dreams begin to darken, I hear him reassure me. God how I miss him! There are times when after hearing his voice, I wake, expecting him to be sitting on the bed next to me, hair tied back, and a big grin on his face, eyes closed in glee. It hasn't happened yet.
Sometimes I comfort myself remembering what he said that day. It seems odd, But Being the last to see him alive, hearing what he said is nice. I just wish it had never happened.
Sometimes when I'm distracted, I hear his voice calling my name. Weather it's my imagination or not, I always look up, hoping to find him.
There are times I talk to myself. Or really, him. I converse about what has happened recently, never expecting a reply. I keep a picture of him close at hand, so I can see him how he was before the horrible day.