I was noticing lately that nobody was commenting about my poems... >.> . I worked hard on these people >.
T...T
Handle gently
That which you know
Don't hang on too tightly
When you have to let it go
He held her gently as she lay against his chest, his back against the wall, and listened to her labored breathing. She was gradually getting weaker. Some days, like this, were worse than usual. Days like this, when she was in such extreme pain, were when it got hard to be near her, because it hurt him too; to see her like this, to feel her pain like this, but he wouldn't let her face this alone. Someone who was so similar to him, someone who he was so completely loyal to; he wouldn't let her die alone, not now.
"Hiei?" he heard her voice whisper softly.
I'm here Aaya; don't talk, save your strength.
I heard you guys won the Dark Tournament.
We did. Urameshi wished for Genkai back.
I won it too, years ago. I wished for… for everyone I knew… to forget me.
The unshed tears were obvious in her eyes but she refused to let them fall. She was the strongest human he'd ever known. He wouldn't let her die alone, he'd follow.
Bloody eyes, but so innocent.
Hn?
Your eyes. They are filled with blood, dried floods of blood, but underneath there is such innocence.
A bloody innocence
Yes, a bloody innocence. Same as mine. Innocence covered by many waters and rain.
Don't hold too strong
To that which you love
Don't break it
It's delicate as a dove
"Hiei?" came Kurama's voice through the door, "I will watch her for a while," he said as he opened said door and walked in.
Hiei nodded and gently helped Aaya reposition herself so that she was lying on the bed instead of him. She was already through the worst part of the day and could only do better. He whispered something in her ear, something Kurama couldn't hear, and walked out of the room, saying "don't touch her" as he passed.
Don't stare too long
At that which you cannot have
Don't draw the blade of protection
Don't attempt to love