Chapter 2
Memories
That voice…those words…how much I had wished that he could say them to me. Tears continuously streamed down on my face, which I felt did not have any colour…and…
Drop…
Staring at the tiny spot on the ground that I made wet, thousands of flashbacks came back to me, crowding in my head; and I realized…
I loved him.
Three simple words, just these three simple words that could give you joy, love, happiness; or sorrow, heartbreak, and sadness. I felt like millions of sharp knives stabbing me right now. Why do I feel so much pain?
Because I had wished for so much; I wished that we could share our happiest moments together for every single second; I wished that I could see his familiar face every single minute; I wished that we could comfort each other whenever we were in need every hour; I wished that I could fight by his side day after day; and I wished that we could share our remaining time together year after year.
But my hopes, my wishes, had all gone. Reality was cruel, I had learned, finally, through my own experience.
It was time to leave.
Forever…
For good…
I walked by the sacred tree, where again, thousands of memories flew back to me. Looking through my own tears, I found the mark that Inuyasha once made when he was still under the spell. That night, he stubbornly called my Kikyo, the priestess that he once loved, and still loves.
I laughed lightly, not from the heart really, but the kind of laugh you give out when you feel nothing but sadness, sorrow and heartbreak.
I sat beneath the tree, like it was the only thing I could depend on. I still couldn't prevent tears streaming down. I wondered what Sango would say if she found me like this; she was always the one who truly understood me. She would always say those things that cheer you up when you are feeling down.
But this time, I didn't want her to find me.
I wanted to be alone.
Little did I know, I started to love being alone, ever since I met Inuyasha, and Kikyo.
"Kagome…"
That familiar voice startled me for a second time. I looked up and saw him. Standing in front of me was the man I loved, the man in red; and his silver hair was moving gracefully in the air, and shone on the little sunlight that was left.