I look at you and press the dampened cloth to my bleeding forehead. You chide me gently; I banish your love-filled words to a place of no return (but, I want it to return, so much…).

“Why weren’t you here, Hana-san?” I demand instead, hiding the broken trust behind words of ice. I expect you to flinch, but instead, your smile melted my anger.
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But he had tried for countless times already, all in vain.

His grip tightened, careful that his claws didn’t leave the slightest scratch on its worn surface.

No… Kagome wouldn’t want me to--

She’s dead dammit!

Drip. Drip.

The incessant dripping was getting annoying. He wiped away savagely at his cheek. Was that… rain? Or just ( Read more... )