Mai's Opening Notes:
Well, on a first note, welcome to those who just started reading.
Thanks for the comments and I hope you'll stick around. Unfortunately
for me I'm going to be saying farewell to most of you, unless you
go on to read my other fics. Yes, it's true this fic is coming to an end.
It's sad but it's the way my outline goes. If I carry it on I'll just get bored.
I think I'll go on to writing more to my other fics and completing them.
They need more readers so don't hesitate to go over there. Szahara, I'm so
sad that you couldn't have your campfire. I was so looking forward to hearing
about it in the news. I would have been like - "I know the person who did that."
Well, you can always try againlater on. Well, about the fic, don't get ahead
of yourself. . . or me for that matter -chuckles-
Silently .. . time had passed. Slowly . . . time had moved. He sat there waiting. What was
he waiting for? Life? Was he waiting to live? Was he waiting for what he wanted to come true?
Did he really think that things would be so easy? Every time something good happend, something
bad folllowed. Why did he think it would change. He didn't utter a word, he wouldn't for he knew
what would come if he did. He turned his head to look at her. What a beauty. Everytime
he looked at her, she took his breath away. So why had he done it? Why had he tried to get
away with it and not face the music?
She looked over at him from the corner of her eye. She had felt his on hers, a chill had
gone up her back. His eyes were so powerful when he was thinking. She was sure that he
was thinking. They had not spoken a word to each other. She supposed that was her
punishment to him. Could she keep it up though?Could she let the man she loves live
by her side and never utter one single word? Was it possible to live like that? "Want something
to eat?" She broke the silence. Her voice had been low and shakey, she realizes that now.
Why had she broken the silence? Had he been hungry he would have gotten something himself.
She directed her eyes to the clear blue sky above them. It was a beautiful afternoon. They
had been laying on the lawn chairs by the pool since morning. She curled her toes a bit as
she waited for a response. She was the one that was supposed to be mad. Why was he being
so quiet? Was he really going along with her punishment, or was he punishing her?
"No I'm fine" He had answered. No I'm fine? What kind of an answer was that? What
kind of an answer when he had so much to tell her. He should have said yes, then atleast
the two would have shared a meal and he would have tried to communicate with her.
Communication, that is what had been missing all along. Had they communicated he wouldn't
have, no he couldn't blame this on their relationship. There was no justifynig what he had
done, even if he wanted to."Sango," he would start slow. He wouldn't let this time together
go to waste. "I'm really sorry. I don't know if I tell you that enough."
'He's sorry Sango, be happy. I can't be happy' She can't be happy. No, if she's happy he'll continue
on the same track as always. Stupid jerk. He had to touch her. Didn't he have enough with her as his
wife, but he had to touch someone else. "Whatever" There is so much that she wants to tell him but
she can't. Had she said it all when she got him out of jail? Had she said enough? Was leaving him there
punishment enough? What was she to do? How was she to know.
"I'm serious" 'That's right Miroku, keep pushing at it. Make her forgive you. Make her be the same as
she always was before this incident.' And he would push on for a long time. He knew that. Cheating was
a big offense in her book, but with a minor was his last straw. "I want you to forgive me. I know that it's
hard for you to forgive me . . . I'm aware. I just want to work on our marriage. I don't want us to lose what
we had because of my mistakes. I'm," he reached over to hold her hand, "really sorry." He felt her hand
shake under his. She was either emotional or really angry. 'Anger, that's good. Isn't that a form of communicating?'
'He's sorry Sango. Forgive him. No he doesn't deserve it.' She shifted slightly and looked at him directly
in the eyes. He seemed sincere. It seemed like he was serious, but hadn't he given her this same treatment
every other time he had messed up? Hadn't he been this way? No, he hadn't. She could always see that faint
glisten in his eyes. That's how she always knew he was lying. Now his eyes were calm. So calm. Then again
he had been in jail for awhile and had to defend himself. Had he mechanized this action? Had he prepared
for the moment that he would have to ask for forgiveness? How was she to know? All she can do is let him
at one last chance. He deserves as much. One more chance. "I can afford to give it a try. Just one more time."
He nodded and patted her hand.
"Thank you" He sat up and smiled in her direction. "How about I go make us something to munch on. A fruit
salad sounds good. What do you think?"
"That's fine." She smiled, a forced smile, and watched him walk off into the house. Had she made the right
decision? Had she really . . . her head was aching. She had thought too much. The phone rang and she reached
over to the small table between the lawn chairs. "Hello? Really? That's good to know." She hung up and relaxed
under the hot sun. Things were progressing.
Mai's Closing Notes:
Oh, I think I've explained about the bad spelling and the whole spaces issue. I write these here on the
site. My school computers don't have word so I can't type it there and spell check it. So appologies again.
Come on! Roll in with the comments!
