Word count: 197
Summary: At times, the simplest things are the deepest loss. A quick look inside Sango's heart. Don't be fooled by the title.
A/N: This was a drabble originally written as a response to a challenge, but was never submitted because I didn't think it suited the theme and was too short to have any real meaning. However, it became the precedent of "Only One Wish", a Sango introspective oneshot that is also posted at this account.
Summer
Sango hated summer.
It's much too hot, she said to Miroku. That's why.
And he wouldn't guess she was lying, so it was fine.
No one knew that Sango used to love the heat, the warmth, and the brilliant light that darkened her skin, pale from winter. She used to love splashing her face in the stream, and feel the icy water stream down her neck. Summer used to bring picnics, and celebrations, and Sango once swam and fished and spent blue-black evenings staring at bright shimmering stars, all the while snuggling beside Kirara's warmth and Kohaku's love.
But - and Sango knew it was mean and selfish of her - what was summer now compared to what she had with her family and friends?
To think that the only one left of her former life probably didn't even remember what summer was, and was confined to kill mindlessly each day, lost under an emotionless shell.
Sango had fallen down a waterfall, and she could never get back up. Each day, she drifted a little farther from shore.
I never really liked summer, Sango told Kagome. I just don't.
And who was to say that wasn't true?