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The Mother Goose Escapades
No. 35
Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water;
Jack fell down
And broke his crown,
And Jill came tumbling after.
She was strong. She had to be strong, for his sake.
The nightmares always came though.
The beginning, when they all went to do their job.
The fall, the death of family and friends. Her own death. And his.
They had unknowingly gone to die, and yet two of them had been revived.
She didn't like to say it, but sometimes she felt like the walking dead.
And it hurt her that she faced the memories that he was able to refuse.
So the nightmares continued
Going, and seeing them all fall.
Falling herself and now seeing him broken.
But she was strong. It was in her nature. She wouldn't give up.
She would fight for him, fight for family.
She tried not to think about his probable death.
He wasn't as strong as she was.
He didn't have the person to rely on that she did.
The monk.
Not a person she thought she would ever want to spend the rest of her life with.
But he faced death everyday.
He knew how she felt, everyday.
He saw his father die, like she had.
He was strong, like she was.
And provided strength when she couldn't be strong anymore.
In time enough, the nightmares would end.
She would wake up, completely.
The cause would die.
Her brother might also.
But if the monk was with her, strength would follow.
Maybe, there could be a happy end.
Without the fall, where would the monk be?
Without the fall, would she have ever imagined the strength she possessed?
She knew of death, and she knew she was able to talk about it without tears now.
Maybe she was growing up.
Maybe she already was...
--
"Sango, wake up!" She opened her eyes, staring into Miroku's concerned face. "You were tossing and turning, it was only a nightmare."
"I..." Sango bit her lip and impulsively threw her arms around Miroku, sobbing softly into his shoulder. Surprised, he held her back, closely against himself.
--
Silhouetted against the black of the night, she reminded herself of her strength once again.
Author's Notes: I wrote this at the same time as the last one, so I guess they are companion pieces, sort of. The girls are growing up a little, hm? Also, I am apparently experimenting a little bit with different writing styles as I see fit with the rhyme. You like?