Title: Love
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters of Inuyasha – only the story is mine.
AN: I was listening to the song 'The Rose' sung by Bette Midler; my favourite song of today. It made me feel a bit sad which is maybe the main reason why I wrote this.
She loved him.
She loved him to death – and now everything she had ever wished for, everything she had ever dreamed of had vanished into the nothingness.
He had left her alone, at least she felt like she was alone.
No one could ever understand her because no one had lost so many beloved people.
Love.
What is it anyway?
No one who feels love is completely happy; there's always something wrong. Some people can't admit their love, others can but they weren't loved in return.
Those who loved and were loved woke up someday and their own perfect world broke apart.
But her world was already broken when she met the love of her life.
The pictures of his lifeless body spun around in her mind, making her cry yet once again.
It all seemed so unfair to her.
He had died before she even could tell him how much she felt for him. He had left this world leaving her on her own.
The agony her heart had felt every time someone close to her had died suddenly had returned and it felt like it was inside her body all the time. Just waiting for the perfect moment to say 'Hello' again.
Mother was right. She thought. You first know what love is when you have lost it.
A light breeze blew pass her, making her hair play with the invisible wind.
"You never will be alone – not as long as I'm with you."
Her head rose up immediately. In the evening sky she could see his face – he had a smile on his lips as he spoke.
"I'll always love you."
A single tear rolled down her cheek. It dripped down on the ground. "I'll always love you too." She said whispering.
The contours of his face became blurry as the wind took him away on his last journey.
Sango's hands clutched around the prayer beads she was holding firmly all the time. It was everything that was left from Miroku in this world – everything she could touch.
His body was in another time and place, and his soul was in heaven. The same place her family was – the same place she would be someday too.
Love – it is the reason for being and for staying.
Even if people you love have died, there is always something left to love. You just have to find it. Sango knew this too.
whispers It's a bit short, I know but I would appreciate it if you would leave a review anyway.
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