Darkness

It's easy to watch the light from the darkness. It's easy to see its perfection, that magnificent wake, it's easy to yearn for it. However, light is the trace humanity leaves when it burns. Nothing is certain, nothing is alive or dead when it's amidst the darkness, for the latter is unable to see itself, and can only place its wish in the light that seems to be the source of its being.

Then, darkness its quite close to nothingness.

That's how I felt the first night, and each one that came after, irrelevant and sad when I saw the light you meant fading in front of my eyes, leaving me just that tenebrous black. For a time, for a wonderful time, I was the shadow that followed in the wake of the warm light you were. Maybe because of that feeling that's deeply rooted inside the abyss that's my soul now, I'm unable to forget that light you were, and that I seek in everything that appears in front of me, person or thing, attracting me to the world once again, because the day the well closed, the light was snuffed out with it.

Every night I become lost in the immensity of the sky, showing me a numberless amount of bright sparks, yet none of them have the radiance your gaze used to give me. Every night comes and goes, same as the seasons, and in some of them the stars hide, forcing me to seek your glint inside the fire's flames. Sometimes, I find it inside my dreams, where you look at me and smile as your name covers the space between them.

I follow the movement of the stars sliding across a current that flows through the dark sky containing them, and I wonder if the darkness I am could contain your light and be able to see you shine but this time inside me, without fear and without the exile in which I feel myself in. Sometimes, I wonder if one's will could make me as longevous as to see you, once again, in the beyond, crossing the times to see you again. I wonder because in the middle of the loneliness surrounding me, what place can a hanyou like myself inhabit, who blinded by your virtue can't see any other possible light?!

I sigh and exhausted, wander stray through the roads we once walked together. I retrace our steps as a tribute to your existence, picking up bright memories from your wake.

It's night time, the darkest night in which even the moon abandons me, and I've come back to the well that stopped working more than three cycles ago. I rest with my hands on the wood, and smell the air in search of your scent, despite knowing it has disappeared long ago. However, I pluck it from my memories which have kept it intact, and once again I extend my hand in the middle of the complete emptiness you've left me, yearning for your light to dance around it, take it and transfer life into that dried up well, and that you come back, Kagome.

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Don't ask me for coherence, ask for emotion, for that's what you'll find in this small narration.

Thank you for reading

Anyara.

This text is possible thanks to the translation of: Dezart