Note: I'm trying something new so let me know if you like it. Sorry my stuff thus far has been depressing but I honestly believe they have felt this way at certain points. Again my rule applies thanks!

Sango left the clearing where she and her friends were spending the night. A few pieces of parchment, and an ink "pen" as Kagome called it were tucked tightly inside her pocket. As soon as she was sure all were sleeping in the dark of night Sango pulled out her items and rebuilt a tiny fire for her to see through the midnight sky. So many scattered memories filled her head as she tried for the first time, to put her feelings into words.

My life was planned

It all made sense

What my future held,

What the past was,

How the present was moving.

A trip in the system,

A senseless act of hate.

What was left of my home,

Is the few and scattered ashes.

My family is gone.

Friends loved and highly regarded

Became a vision of the past,

Only to be remembered now and again.

Sango took a break from her scattered thoughts. Now that emotions long stored in herself were being released she was unsure how to continue.

That pain so comfortable in my story.

Now as the ink dries on the parchment.

Still finds its self again.

I allowed my guard down.

Unwisely allowed another to come in,

Unwisely allowed myself to trust a stranger in my eyes.

He held my emotions,

Yet let them die.

A wondering monk, with a teasing eye.

I find only one solution to this paradox,

That I have now found myself in.

In order to forget, I must hate the one I care for.

In order to stop the pain I must remember,

In order to move on I must forget...Miroku.

I finish this page to the unknown reader.

Learn from the mistakes that I have lain upon you.

As I try to correct the ones I have made.
Repair some emotions and continue for another day.

Some pain I find may not disappear.

Sango looked at what she had written. "Fool" she thought out loud. These must never be made known. With that she again folded the parchment, and threw it into the fire. Watching it slowly burn into ashes.