DarkTaoAngel: My second oneshot! I would like to take this time to thank all of the people who reviewed my previous oneshot; I could not have even started this one without you! I also would like, or dislike for that matter, to say that I do not own Shaman King!
'I'll love you until the last one perishes.'
Forever. That was what it had seemed like to her, an eternity of waiting. She looked down at the roses in her hands; there were ten in all, nine of which were real, the last of which was made of paper. He had told her when he had given them to her that no matter what ever happened, he would love her until all of the roses died.
She remembered it as though it was only the day before, though other thoughts came to mind to accompany this one days worth, the remembrance of that day brought back tears to her never-endingly sodden face. How, she would often ask herself over and again, can he still love me now? He had never said goodbye to me, nor had I to him, and now none of us can. 'Until the last one perishes…', but how can I ever love him again? He is gone, along with every memory I have of him, so how can he still love me?
Warm, wet tears once again leaked out of her eyes, staining the red paper rose that she still clenched desperately, unwilling to let that part of him leave her, as it was all she had left. He was gone from her life, a distant memory of a day not long ago, though he seemed so near to her now. She was a mixture of emotions, quite unsure of what she was to think, one minute he was here with her, holding her tightly as though to never let her go, and the next minute red obscured his vision, taking him away forever.
She threw the paper rose he had given her against the wall, knowing that he could love her no longer, and she just wanted all of the suffering to end.
She never wanted to see the rose again, as it reminded her far too much of the accident, wherein all she had remembered was a loud crash followed quickly by painful screams and then, nothing. She had been there with him when it had happened, and she had done nothing to help him, she never could have.
But the rose never died, and it never would. Though he could not be there where she was, that one rose would always act as a symbol, a sign that their love would remain forever, true and unwavering.
Pirika smiled at the thought, no ordinary paper rose would could never tear, and never break, but the one Ren had given her would last a lifetime, as would their undying love for each other.
DarkTaoAngel: This is my shortest story ever, but I hope that it was good. I am used to writing longer stories, but I wanted to see how many reviews I get from a short oneshot as well!