Before

I never got to tell you the story of two days before you came back.

Shippo was right, I used to come by the well every three days to talk, sometimes for just a short time, sometimes for hours. I would tell you how was everything on this side, and the people we met together. I would also tell you about those who arrived: Miroku's twins, when it was their time, and even how bad Sango's mood was during her last two weeks of pregnancy.

A few months ago, I came to tell you about the boy they also have had, albeit at that moment there wasn't much to say about him, he was a handful of necessities like all children usually are.

Now I watch you here, besides me, sleeping under the shade of the Goshinboku, this place has become ours through synchrony. I see you rest after a long day of work, looking for herbs and bushes in the field. The last days I've watched you write about what you collect and even try your hand at drawings you then hate and say you'll redo them once you have more paper.

I've got to find more paper for you.

It feels so good to have you back, it fills my chest. The wind sways the three branches and composes a calm sound in the background as I contemplate you. I like how the colors of your skin changes under the leaves' shadows, and your scent fills everything.

"I want to live with you" I think.

I don't say anything, however, and inside me it sounds like a scream I want to thunder at the mountain top.

"I want to live with you."

I repeat in my mind with the same desire I told you two days before you came back, sending those words through the well as I did so many times before, during those three years.

In that moment, two days before, I told you about the cabin and the place I'd like us to make it at. I told you that Miroku had learnt a lot about building them, and that once you came back, I'd ask for his help, and that I'd also place a lamp to light our entrance. I have to confess during your absence, hope had always been hand in hand with fear.

I lay besides you, and rest my arms beneath my head as my thoughts fly like in that moment, two days before, and recreate everything I want to live with you, always with you.

I feel you search for me in the middle of your somnolence and you rest your head on my chest; you want me close. I embrace you, take a deep breath and enjoy your scent in the process. I fill myself the same way I longed for, that day, two days before.

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Kisses!

Anyara

This text is possible thanks to the translation of: Dezart