Word count: 200
Summary: "Sesshoumaru knew things wouldn't be the same with her gone."
Forever young
Sesshoumaru knew things wouldn't be the same with her gone. Even though she was hardly a young girl when she left, he couldn't help but recall those moments when she had scampered round him in circles, flailing her arms wildly.
The worst part had been when she grew to look older than himself. That morning, when she'd awoken, gazing at him sleepily, Sesshoumaru had frozen to his spot. Her body and face…held the human stench of age. Seeing his strange, intense stare, she'd flushed, pulling her crude woolen robe tighter around her body.
Rejection. Rejection was the way. Pacing in a fit of invisible anger, he conjured those ever-immortal images of her youth.
Her smile, filled with broken teeth as she handed him tiny, unappetizing fish.
Her face, glowing with surprise and life as she awoke to find herself in Sesshoumaru's arms, his mystical sword glowing blue.
Her lips, quivering with unvoiced joy as her small fingers stroked his white pelt.
Her eyes, brimming with fear and love as she gave Sesshoumaru the first hug he'd had in 500 years.
He closed his eyes. There. There she was to stay, frozen, timeless, memorized forever in his broken heart.