Summary: Wrote it for a project, but then decided it didn't really fit. So, posting here.
Apothegms
Rin recalls the time when she first realized how good he was to her.
It was on one of those days where nothing was to be done except sit around, relax, think. He lay sprawled out on the shaded grass with his arms folded up under his head, and she sat against the tree trunk, her legs draped over his stomach and her butt on the ground perpendicular to his right hipbone. The wind teased their hair, and she took a deep breath of it, and then...
"Was it destiny or chance?" she'd asked, surprised by how steady her voice was in correlation to such a sad topic. He cracked an eye open and studied her.
"You mean.."
"Yes."
He'd paused and slightly lifted his head. The other eye opened to watch her for a moment more, and then he closed them both again and lay his head back down.
"It's not your fault, Rin."
Desperately, "Then what do I blame it on? Is it my fate to be this way? To have this curse? Is it yours?"
"You think I give a damn about fate?"
She didn't answer and soon he said, "You shouldn't either."
The End