Time stands still..
(Past)
He watched as she walked away. Her hair was much longer.
"Is that her?" The demon woman asked,
"Hn,"
"My lord, your hand?"
Sesshomaru looked down at his hand; blood dripped down it. He wished it had been more painful; he wished he could stop time just for a split second and reach for her, if only to touch her for that brief second, to know that she really was there.
