Why could he not see what she felt?
Maybe because she closed herself up entirely during day time, not daring to talk to him. That unreachable spot in her heart, it had been reached, but it wasn't that by the perfect husband she prayed would walk into her life.
No, it had been that self conscious bastard walking before her, why did he have to be so cold.
It was really hot too, the weather, but also he, he was really hot, but no way in hell she would tell him.
The sun hung high in the sky, sending joyful light down at the two, wandering the streets of Edo.
She stuck her nose in the air, smelling the scent of summer, she loved the summer.
All the flowers, the joy, the greens, but the one spoiling it all, was the one she loved unwillingly.
She had no choice though, he had killed the only other she had ever loved, the only significant other, she had believed he was sweet at first, she had believed.
But after a while he turned out worse than the one he had killed, much worse.
He never called her ugly things, he never looked mischievous at her, he never hurt her, and maybe that was why he was so cruel, he never paid attention to her, at least the other one had talked to her.
But it seems like he always thinking of someone else, never her though, but someone, a certain miko.
But even though, she loves him, he still won't talk to her.
Yes he was beautiful, Mibu Kyoshiro, but still so unbearable cruel.
It is like they say isn't it, beautiful samurai can't love.