Farewell
Boom, went the thunder.
Bump, went my heart.
I peered out of my bedroom window, gazing blankly at the dreary skies weeping endlessly above me.
Inuyasha's gone, I thought soulfully.
But there's still hope, some other part of me meekly reassured.
I smiled grimly at my hazy reflection, feeling my heart jerk sharply. Choking.
"You must really miss him..." some low, but strangely tantalizing voice whispered.
Quickly, I twirled around.
No one...
I frowned slightly and resumed my delirious perusal of the outside world.
Crying. The sky is actually crying, I thought astonishingly.
I sniffled, my eyes suddenly scorched by the onslaught of tears.
Boom, went the thunder—
And bump, went my dying heart.