Sango sat on the steps of the side porch, staring at the sunlit blades of grass, holding the tip of a soda straw between her teeth, thinking. She had thought about a lot lately. Lately there was a lot to think about. She had lost one big thing, but she had gained lots little things. She had tried to do things and finally learned one small task. Once she had been hopeful, but then she'd become helpless. It was pitiful.
She had wanted desperately to forget someone, and had tried very hard to do so. She had given away so many things, and she had gotten almost nothing in return. Sango hated herself and tried to hate someone she loved, but when she found she could not she became even sadder. Slowly she had wilted away into the silence of her own miserable mind, and it seemed like no one could (or rather, had the desire to) pull her from her depression. The one who could had left her a while ago. And when she realized she would never see or speak to this one other ever again, she cried.
She cried for the one she had lost, and she cried for herself. She cried because she was stupid, and because she had left so many things unsaid. She had become full of empty promises, and she had become enraged with herself. It was hard, she decided, to go on without knowing that a comforting reassurance would always be there. Sango began to sink, furthere and further into her mind, receding into the inermost depths where no one could reach her. And so, she ceased to exist.
This is written about Sango (duh) not originally, all of the "sango"s were just she's. but i changed it to this. It was written about her thoughts on Miroku leaving, because I'm having her leave her in a back-story I might write later. Lemmee know if you want it! It is a bit depressing, but I wrote it when my very, very best friend moved away. (The one I'm in love with, I'm bi. ((didnt you know that?)) she's a girl) ANYWAYS!!! review please!