Late
She didn't love him anymore, and he knew why. He was late, far too late, to be the one. He could no longer dry her tears, or even attempt to. She didn't feel for him like she used to. She would have gone through hell and back for him, for his damned, wretched soul, but he was too intent on being the strongest.
His poor, broken soul. That tattered spirit that fed on memories and the thought that someday, he would be graced with the ultimate title. And she could–would–no longer heal it.
Aoshi was five years too late.
