Standard disclaimer. The song "Evergreen" was sung by a former Irish boy group called Westlife.

A/N: yet another relevant filler in a different POV. This is the last – I think – I'm writing a 1st POV. I enjoyed delving into the minds of Inu and San.

Chapter 12: I Fall and Break

I open my eyes as the first ray of sun filters my room, drenching the place in all its golden yellow hues. It reminds me so much of Inuyasha's eyes. Oh, how I love gazing and getting lost in those eyes. Instinctively, a finger touches my lower lip. It is so early in the morning and I am still thinking about last night's kiss. Both my hands cover my burning cheeks.

The kiss: it has been quick, soft, sweet and magical. It has invaded my thoughts the moment Inuyasha has pressed his own on mine, has pulled and walked away from me; and all throughout the night

I stand up and do my morning ritual of going to look out the window to gaze up the sky. The sky is at its perfect colour. Perfect weather equals a perfect day. I let a contented smile creeps into my face.

Suddenly I feel like doing something I have not done for months, ever since Kohaku has become gravely ill in his battle with leukemia. But now, all is well. I walk towards the drawer where I keep pens and paper. Words suddenly need to pop out of me. I take out a pen and a piece of paper, sit down on a chair, and I start writing. A smile and a blush never fade as I keep writing and writing. No one knows of this hidden talent I have with words. Finally I am finish of what I have to do. I raise the paper eye-level so I could read what I have written. I believe my blush got redder and redder as I read each word.

Eyes
Like a sunrise
Like a rainfall
Down my soul
And I wonder
I wonder why you look at me like that
What you're thinking
What's behind
Don't tell me
But it feels

Like love

Poetry has always helped me deal with my emotions. My tears usually appear through each line I am able to write. My smiles brighten the mood of the poem I produce. My anger and rage are visible in each metaphor I use. Poetry has been a part of my life for so long I wonder why I neglected it when the situation with Kohaku has gotten tougher.

Poetry in my younger years usually involves ponies and unicorns, flowers and sunshines, dolphins and lullabies. My teen years provide a much darker side in the stanzas I write as I have used poetry in dealing with my parents' death, taking responsibility of my brother, and being an adult when I should have been a child.

But I have never written a romantic poem. This is the first, I carefully note to myself, as I re-read the eleven-line free verse. I blame this change to Inuyasha – the man who has changed many things about me.

Because…

With Inuyasha, I am able to laugh without feeling guilty, (unlike before when I automatically think I could not be happy while my brother is suffering).

With Inuyasha, I am able to feel my femininity but still maintain that warrior-type persona I am so used to.

I sigh out loud. I should start getting ready for work.

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I enter the flower shop with a lighter mood. I am actually quite cheerful at the moment. I greet Jakotsu, who I am pretty sure is eyeing me curiously.

"Hmm. How are you girl? You look extremely happy this morning." he notes. Am I that obvious?

"I am happy. Why do you ask?" I talk with a tune in my voice. Jakotsu must be thinking I'm getting crazy.

He follows me to the back room of the shop. I start fixing a small bouquet of roses. I am feeling extra creative today. I just start putting the flowers together, unsure of how it will come out. The Floral Festival has inspired me so.

"How was the trip to the farm yesterday?" he asks.

I blush a little at the question – well, technically, on what, or who,the question is involved. "It was fantastic, Jaki. Did you know that the Floral Festival was yesterday?" He shakes his head. He claps his hands. Obviously he wants to know more about it. "Well, they have more floats than the previous year. Fifty-three in exact." I fill him in with detailed descriptions of what our float looks like. Jakotsu, with a very wild imagination, continues clapping his hands. I'm sure he is a little disappointed he is not able to see it for himself.

"So, Miroku drove you there?"

I see where he's getting at. I'm aware of Jakotsu's crush on Miroku; but also his desire to pair Miroku with me. He just couldn't accept the fact Miroku is my bestest friend. Nothing more.

"Um, no. Not Miroku this time. I asked Inuyasha to accompany me," I try to look straight-faced. I fail at the attempt. Just the mere mention of Inuyasha's name creates tingles in my body.

"Inuyasha? That whitish, silver-haired guy who keeps coming here without even buying anything?"

"Yeah… that guy," I answer in a calm tone, but goosebumps have started appearing on my arms.

I see Jakotsu folding his hands. He taps a single foot on the ground. He stares at me with wide eyes. Part of me knows what kinds of thoughts are playing on his mind at the moment. Aside from Miroku, Jakotsu has been a long-time friend-and-employee of mine. I know him too well now. Then he shows me his mischievous grin. This man – or woman-ish is very sly.

"What?" I inquire as I continue fixing the bouquet of flowers.

"Don't tell me you're in love, missy!"

My eyes widen. Am I that obvious? "Nooo," I start to deny. "And you asked that question like it's venom on your mouth," I comment, partly diverting his focus on the 'Inuyasha' subject.

He flares his nose up in an arrogant way. "Falling in love is like tasting venom in your mouth," he states dramatically. I want to laugh at him but the seriousness on his face makes me think otherwise. "Falling in love is the same as being broken-hearted."

Now, I am confused. How is that possible? I may not have the necessary experience to argue with him, but I know too damn well those two feelings are of different categories. "Now, you're talking nonsense."

He stomps his foot. He wants badly to get his point across. "It is the same thing, Sango. When one falls in love, you can't sleep. You can't eat. You can't think straight. You're always zoning out, staring into space. When one is broken-hearted, you can't sleep, eat and think straight. You zone out, staring into blankness." He ends his little speech with a determined nod of his head.

In a way he has a point. But I still disagree. Falling in love, as I have perceived it before, is feeling happy and light, seeing the person as if he is the most beautiful being on earth, and still loving the person despite the flaws you see in him. That is falling in love. Being heartbroken is losing someone, feeling null and void in the inside, being lost and out of touch. That is being broken-hearted.

Jakotsu turns to me once more. There was no sign of amusement in his eyes – something that means he's in earnest. "The hard part in falling in love is if it's one-sided, Sango. The person sometimes seems to share your feelings; but in the end you'd realize he or she is just fooling you. Sometimes, you yourself are the one doing the fooling. In the end, you're left to mend a broken heart that takes time to heal."

His statement hits me hard like a slap on the face. A series of what-ifs starts to line up in my head. What if I am the only one having these feelings towards Inuyasha? What if Inuyasha is only trying to have fun? What if he only thinks of me as a friend? What if the kiss means nothing more than a mere kiss? What if I imagined the kiss after all?

My perfect mood has turned sour all of a sudden. Feign to Jakotsu for pointing out the downside of such foolish emotions.

Jakotsu snaps me out of my somber reverie. He pats me on the back.

"On the other hand, if it's thisInuyasha you're falling in love with, it's mighty grand, baby. The guy is a hunk, a half-demon in disguise, Sango. Mm-hmm!" He is back to his typical playful and flirty self. "Also, he seems so devoted to you, my love. The way he looks at you, talks to you, it's as if he sees you as a goddess," he winks at me.

Somehow, I could not return the jovial mood from earlier. It has become dark and gloomy.

"Hey!" Jakotsu shakes my shoulder. He points at the flower bouquet I have been trying to make. With the ominous statements my dear friend has made, I somehow have paused in finishing the bouquet. "You only did half the heart. Where's the other half? This heart's broken, incomplete," he notes. "Don't take what I said too seriously," he says. Now, he tells me?

"I'll finish it later. I need to make a phone call about some major orders for today," I say, no longer with the cheery and humming tone I have. Jakotsu nods as he bounds out of the room before me. I steal one last look at the half done heart-shaped flower bouquet. It is not my intent to shape it like a heart. It is not even Valentine's Day. But because of the happy emotions I have, my creative instincts show up. But with the grave realization Jakotsu gives me, the bouquet will not be finished. I don't have the heart to complete it anymore.

Jakotsu is right after all.

Falling in love is the same as being broken-hearted.

Because that is what I am feeling now.

A/N: writing Sango's POV is tough, as it turns out. I find her character complex, honestly. She is strong yet very feminine. Matured and childish (bonking Miroku all the time) at the same time. so, if she's slight OOC, forgive me.

Also, too lazy to write my own poem to make it Sango's. Though I must admit, I'm better in poetry than in writing pieces like this. So I took those first lines from the song Evergreen. That song also provided my description of Inuyasha's eyes from ch4, I believe (eyes like sunrise…)

thanks to all the lovely readers who left a review. tell me if this long A/N's are getting annoying. i'll try to cut it out!

Icygirl2 – patience is a virtue… heehee, but here's a quick update for you. hopefully, I didn't disappoint you.

Edward Elric- yes, I wanted to become an author. Still do, but getting all C's in my essays in university made me believe I've no talent to make it big in the writing business. Sigh.

QT – I love fillers too. That's why I included two in this fic. Hee. Also, Kagome such a bossy bi-atch, eh? Heehee. We still love her, right? Um..well, I'm not too fond of her actually. But I don't hate her…ugh…

Shinichi kudou- first time reviewer for this fic? Welcome. And you're right, the complications start in five, four, three, two, one... NOW! Heehee. Hopefully you'll stick by it to see them resolved – or not! Wink,wink.

Moggy – inuyasha disappointed me toofor being so untruthful to kagome, sango and himself. Hahaha. Makes me laugh that I wrote him in a way that makes me annoyed! Sigh.

Lord of swords and waffles – you keep putting yourself down! Well, ppl loved your fic 'come'; and I'm still waiting for an update (wink, wink, nudge, nudge). Anyway, you can have sango as your gf and I'd gladly take inuyasha as my bf. Deal? Heehee.

Inuspartan – you also rock because you took time to leave a comment. Hope you don't stop liking this fic!

Dudei'mlikesobus – sango will soon meet his family. Sorry to throw another 1st POV at you. this will be the last. Heh.

Diverse-thinker (dark magic) – more tangles have been weaved – thanks in particular to jakotsu, eh? Well…more complications will rise…let's see how our confused characters deal with it. here's another chappie for you…

Shadowfox83 – you read my mind about jakotsu – and he played a very significant role in this chap too. He clouded sango's mind..big deal!-rolls eyes-Heh. About the sessh/kagu…do you know I have an AU fic for their pairing which is actually a companion fic to this one? I wanted to include a Sessh/Kagura sub-plot here but my adoration and idolatry to Sessh screamed for his own fic. So if you'd like to check it out and tell me what you think about it… BTW it's called "it's all YOUR fault!"