Life Is Beautiful, When You Don't Look Down (2)

[Perfect Soldier]

Disclaimer~ I don?t own Inuyasha or any related characters.

Dialog~ ?Meep meep meep.?

Thoughts~ Are in italics.

Author?s note~ I was pleased with the reaction to the first chapter and am eager to write more and see what you guys think. Thanks everyone who reviewed the first chapter.



You?re Not Alone
By
Home Grown

Just say goodbye.
And close the door.
Turn off the light.
And pick up the pieces if you need them.
This world is cold, but just know you?re not alone.
No, you?re not alone.
I know what you?re thinkin?.
I know how you?re feelin?.
Believe me you?re not alone.
Just where you are and not quite so sure that I did the right thing.
Believe me.
And this world is so cold so I?ll make sure you?re not alone.
I know what you?re thinkin.?
I know what you?re feelin.?
Believe me you?re not alone, no.
Why don?t you stay with me tonight.
Because I know everything is not alright, and that?s not alright.
I know what you?re thinkin.?
I know what you?re feelin.?
Believe me you?re not alone.
No, you?re not alone.




Chapter 2

Nowhwere Kids


Sango could feel her eyes staring intently over at Miroku and much against her will she noticed several distinguishing features. The first being, that he looked much older and more mature than the other boys at her school. He was tall, had a very strong frame, and almost an older wiser looking face. If she hadn?t known better she could have easily mistaken him as someone being just around their early twenties.

His grooming was another matter. He didn?t have the same short clean-cut look most boys his supposed age had. His hair was grown out more, around medium length, and tied back in a short ponytail and his long black bangs nearly covered his eyes.

He looks like a troublemaker, she thought. She easily noticed the absence of the customary way of wearing the school uniform. His pants were severely sagged, shoes a pair of scoffed up sneakers, and a black overcoat, possibly leather, covered his school jacket.

Though his look seemed threatening and possibly a little fierce it became a more welcoming sensation for Sango. She saw him as someone more out of the box, not so inclined to also do what he was told but within reasonable limits. She liked it, and it had intrigued her. Inside she could feel a hidden depth within him that she couldn?t explain but desperately wanted to know. She stayed quiet and continued staring, not being able to help herself.

Miroku was staring back as well and couldn?t help but noticed Sango had a lot going for her in the looks department. She was fairly tall, slender, had long gorgeous dark brown, nearly black hair, and warm inviting brown eyes, it reminded him of the eyes found commonly on stuffed animals. They seemed liked kind trustworthy eyes but sad at the same time. It troubled him.

It?s a shame, really. Such a beautiful girl like this even can consider wanting to kill herself. Damn.

There was a lasting mutual silence between the two estranged teens as they had studied each other quietly for the last few minutes, neither of them breaking the silence there had been.

That was until; Miroku pulled out a pack of cigarettes and slipped one into his mouth gingerly. Then, pulling out a lighter from his warm overcoat. It was October now, and the days were getting colder. The wind cut through him as he fumbled to get the lighter to ignite. Finally, after the breeze stopped blowing so hard on him it ignited, and he lazily leaned against the ledge, enjoying his cigarette and the temporary relief from the drudgery of his morning.

All of this didn?t go unnoticed by Sango, whom didn?t look overly surprised to see him smoking. It was a rather common thing now to see more students doing. She didn?t care. What did it matter? It wasn?t her lungs. Yet, she still felt she had to comment. She laughed a little, ?Those things will kill ya.?

A smile crept up his lips as he nodded, taking a long drag from his cigarette. ?Yeah, I suppose so, but I?m not the one jumping off roofs either.? He wasn?t sure why he had said that, maybe out of spite a little, but he didn?t enjoy being ridiculed for his bad habits.

Her face darkened a little and her body stiffened. God, that?s right, my suicide he had found out about it, shit. ?I see,? she said, quietly. ?Do you hold me in contempt then, for doing such a thing??

The way she had said it made it seem like an accusation, but Miroku knew better than to take things too offensively. ?No, I suppose I can?t. We all do things we regret, stupid things.?

He looked thoughtful for a moment as he studied the smoldering cigarette resting in his hand. Letting it drop to the ground he stomped on it quickly and put it out. ?We like to think we?re in control most of the time, but in the end, poor choices and bad habits get the best of us sometimes.?

?And you, Miroku, are you in control?? She wasn?t really sure why she was asking him these questions, but he seemed to have a deep wisdom to him, something she could grasp unto to, something that was rather uncommon. She needed to hear it.

?Not always,? he replied. There was a mysterious glint in his eyes and his voice seemed to get a little lower as he continued speaking. ?We all can just fuck up so easily. It?s hard.?

Hard. That doesn?t even begin to describe it. She hugged herself tightly as a shiver went down her spine, a cold chilling feeling attacking her from all ends. ?I?m tired of fucking up and life being hard.?

?Are you?? His voice questioned the seriousness of her words.

?Yes.? There had been no doubt in her mind. That?s what I wanted, to just die. ?I couldn?t have regrets, after all, I nearly took my life.?

Suicide. Miroku hated thinking of such things, of such lonely desperate people. It hurt him to see her as one of those people. No, she?s not, he thought. She?s not. ?Why didn?t you just jump after I stopped you? What are you waiting for?? He didn?t mean it as much as a challenge is it was to make her question her own actions.

It was funny, before, Sango felt like she could out right tell him off and give a clear decisive answer but now?Now she was unsure, now she really didn?t know why she hadn?t killed herself earlier. ?I don?t know,? she answered honestly. And here I thought I would actually do it. What?s wrong with me?

?Regrets,? he said simply. ?Is there something you don?t want to leave yet, something you?ll regret not being able to have back again??

She thought of her cruel relatives and the hopes of one day living actually happily with her father and brother, and she suddenly became very defensive. ?What is this, an inquisition??

Maybe, but I was hoping you?d fall for it. ?No, it?s not. I just wanted you to take your suicide seriously. After all, you won?t be coming back. That?s something to think about.?

Taking Miroku?s words to heart she fell silent and didn?t say anything else. His words had gotten to her and more thoughts of possible regrets and whether she?d be happier dead circulated through her mind.

It felt nice knowing he had made her think more seriously about what she was going to commit herself to doing. After all, he didn?t know her but certainly didn?t want her to die. ?I hope you find what it is you?re looking for, Sango. In this life, I?ve learned there is too much at stake to ever be unsure and make poor decisions.?

Originally, it had never occurred to Sango that Miroku was actually talking from experience, but if that were true it would make this much easier for her. ?Did you??

?That?s difficult for me to answer.? He clutched his shoulders a little more tightly to his jacket as he let out a sigh. Why not tell her? It doesn?t matter?not anymore. ?Yeah. I did.?

?And do you regret it??

He nodded. ?Every day of my life.?

Sango wasn?t sure if this was the answer she was looking for. It would have been much easier to hear that he hadn?t, but she knew somehow he would say he did. This troubled her, considering she was now making that decision. It was hard. She was given something to seriously think about.

Miroku noticed Sango deep in thought, which did him good. He at least knew something stuck. Man, he thought, wish I had that kind of advice. He shook such thoughts out of his head and stood up straight, walking towards the door.

This action was enough to stir Sango as she watched him calmly walk over to the exit. He placed his hand on the knob and Sango?s voice lashed out, ?Stop!?

Miroku looked a tad startled as he looked back at the girl. ?Sango??

?Where are you going? I-? wanted to stay with you longer. But she couldn?t say that. No, her pride wouldn?t let her. She wasn?t helpless.

?Fourth period is starting soon,? he replied. ?I?ve skipped second and third hour, so I might as well go to this one.?

Silently she nodded, ?Oh, go ahead, I?m sorry.?

His lips curved as a satisfied grin rolled across his face. ?You didn?t want me to leave??

No! her inner voice screamed. ?I-? ? ?I don?t know.?

Good enough for me. ?Well, the problem is, I?ve been skipping a lot lately, trying to catch up on some sleep, and I?m afraid that I might flunk out before the semester is over.?

?Sleep?? she asked, curiously.

?Yeah, I?ve been working nights and haven?t really slept well these last few days.?

Work? Now that was a strange weird to hear. She knew of some students getting jobs for the summer but not so much so during the regular school year. ?That?s a little, odd, I guess.?

Shrugging, he turned towards her, deciding not to leave quite yet. ?Yeah, but when you need the money you?ll do whatever it takes.?

Something sounded a little strange to Sango, so she kept asking questions. ?Well sure, but what do you need all that money for? Do you have a car or something??

?Yeah, it?s not much of one though, my hundred dollar American miracle car.? He smiled as he said it, obviously finding it rather hilarious. ?The thing is a piece of shit.?

?Oh.? At first, Sango had believed it to be something expensive and lavished but by his later statement but now knew it to not be true. ?So what kind of work do you do??

That small smile of his seemed to diminish a little as he thought of his work. ?Nothing great, just night shifts at a convenience store. Doesn?t pay well, but I don?t need much any way. That and, the whole business of being my age and not having a high school diploma is sort of a bad omen in most peoples? minds.?

Ah, hah, she thought, he really isn?t my age. I knew it. ?Why haven?t you graduated yet, then? You?re a lot older so were you held back or-?

?Just wasn?t around for two years,? he cut off. ?I was going through some stuff back then that I was too immature to take care of.?

That really had saddened Sango, from the sound of things, Miroku actually sounder rather mature now. He was doing a good job of comforting her. ?So you have to pay for those mistakes now??

?Yes, with any mistake or wrong doing you ever commit, you?ll eventually end up paying for it one way or another. Don?t forget, Sango, there are consequences for everything.?

Sango could only imagine what consequences she?ll eventually face depending on the outcome of the situation. There was still so much left in the air now, so much more to think and contemplate over.

It wasn?t like Miroku wanted to leave, but he was finding it difficult to continue staying there when there would be consequences for him very soon if he didn?t leave. ?Well, hey, it?s been nice talking to you, but I do need to go now. My apologies?

That sinking feel returned in the pit of Sango?s stomach at the thought of him leaving but knowing what she did now, she wouldn?t keep him. ?Later.?

Sensing her sadness Miroku had to do something for the girl, he couldn?t very well just leave her all sad and lonely. ?Do me a favor, Sango. Look me up sometime and we?ll talk. Maybe I?ll tell you some other stories. You?re a good girl. I hope I don?t end up seeing you lying dead on the pavement sometime.?

?I can?t guarantee that.? ?Can I? She was still filled with uncertainty.

Still keeping that up, Sango? He cringed just a little. ?I know, but I consider you a friend now, and I?d hate to hear that anything had happened to you.?

For whatever reasons an unusual feeling over took Sango, and she could feel her cheeks grow a little hotter. ?Th-thank you.? It wasn?t often a boy could actually flatter her.

?Don?t mention it,? he said brightly.

All the while, his mind was going crazy, she had such a nice figure, and if she weren?t in such a destitute situation he would have easily grabbed her ass a few times. He was, after all, a notorious ladies man. His school reputation of being a lady-killer was vastly known. He was surprised Sango didn?t know of him, but then again, that wasn?t too surprising. They were very different, Sango seemed to keep more too herself, not having many friends, and Miroku was known by everyone for doing something. But he wouldn?t say he was popular, just known, he didn?t like most people he knew anyway. He hadn?t much tolerance for idiots.

Miroku?s insides may have had a craving for Sango, but Sango herself was feeling something rather unusual. Her stomach felt very odd, not upset, but not right either. Those so-called butterflies pestered her as she stood uneasily, staring at Miroku, not taking her eyes off him. He looked so calm and serene, well composed. She admired it.

Yet, at the same time, Sango was known for her being very cold to boys and now, now, she was being taking for a ride by the single most well known player in the school. The irony was almost tragic.

The pleasantry of the young woman in front of him gave Miroku a warm affectionate feeling, as well as a deeply troubled one. He hardly knew the girl but knew immediately he would do everything in his power to prevent her from jumping off that roof. He so desperately wanted to not have to see her go. He wanted to hold her, comfort her, talk to her?be with her. Somehow, she felt magnetic, a lost soul much like his needing to feel the tenderness of others.

Finding his voice again he said, ?Would you like me to walk you to your fourth period??

Her insides screamed yes but her head shook a ?no.? ?I?m sorry, but I just can?t. Not now, not yet.?

For a moment his eyes looked rather sad and disappointed but there was nothing he could do to change her mind at the moment, and he wasn?t going to force anything. ?That?s fine. Some other time then??

Sango didn?t really know how to answer Miroku. She was still very confused about the whole situation and needed sometime to think things over more. Lucky her, she still had the rest of the day. ?Maybe,? she said uncertainly.

He nodded, ?That?s fine.? He walked over to her and gave her a gentle hug and then slowly walked off the roof and down the stairwell. ?Take care of yourself, Sango,? he called.

Miroku?s latest little stunt had put Sango in an even more helpless position. It?d been so long since she?d felt anyone?s embrace. What was she going to do now? After meeting Miroku could she really go through with killing herself?

She sighed and lay sprawled out on the roof, looking up at the sky. ?I?m all messed up.?


~*~

Back in class, Miroku was already feeling a bit of separation anxiety from Sango. If he could, he definitely would have stayed with her but his circumstances were difficult and the last thing he needed was to be kicked out of school possibly, yet he didn?t feel right about leaving Sango either.

Life?s tough like that, he thought, as he looked down at his uncompleted trigonometry homework. There can?t always be an easy answer.

?Mr. Sayama,? his math teacher interrupted his thoughts, ?Do you know the answer to the problem??

Problem? What problem? His mind raced. Shit, wasn?t paying attention again. ?No sir, I do not.?

His teacher, Mr. Nozaki, wasn?t the least bit please. ?Miroku, see me after class.?

As the class made jeering noises Miroku could only simply nod, ?Yes sir.? Great, that?s just what I need more trouble.

The hour slowly went by and anything remotely close to what could be called productive work on Miroku?s part was not at all evident, in fact, he?d spent most of the hour sleeping and just doodling in his notebook. For whatever reason his mind just wouldn?t focus, he couldn?t help but occasionally drift back to Sango.

Please be alive, he thought. It?d be pleasant to see you again. Such thoughts were quickly interrupting by the bell and the rest of the class shuffled out of the room as Miroku stood waiting for his teacher?s lecture.

?You wanted to talk to me,? he said.

Mr. Nozaki nodded. ?Yes, we seem to be having a problem.?

Miroku?s face looked quite displeased, he?d already talked to several teachers that morning, one more would make a difference in his attitude, and it just was a repetitive annoyance. ?Yes?? he asked, as if he didn?t know.

?Nothing. You do nothing at all in my class. Why? Do you not want to be in high school? From what I can tell most of your grades are very poor.?

This had struck a cord with him, but he wouldn?t be angered. ?I?m passing.?

?Don?t you ever want more than that? What do you think you?re doing with your life young man??

All these questions had made Miroku feel like he was being lectured by his father, and he had none, so there was no point in his man trying to act like one. ?I don?t really know, but I?ll take care of my own life thank you.? He made a motion for the door but was stopped by the man?s final words.

?In that case, you don?t really have a future.?

The door shut and a feeling of hundreds of pins being jammed into his stomach made him feel distressed and uncomfortable. His anger rose as he thought of those hurtful words. I?ll prove them all wrong some day. Just wait.

Trying his best to forget about what had just been said he went about the rest of his day. The idea of skipping ran in his mind but decided to ditch the idea; he?d just end up in trouble any way. I?ve already gotten the lousy grade speech and don?t need the poor attendance one.

With his stomach growling and irritation high he made his way to the cafeteria and decided to just beat it to lunch and worry about the rest of the day later. He was only half an hour early before his actual lunch hour any way, and he?d at least be able to talk to Kagome and Inuyasha rather than Shippou. The exchange would be worth it.

Walking in carefully to make sure none of his teacher?s who could identify him were around he made his way over to a corner table in the way back of the large room. He saw the rest of his friends eating casually and sat done.

They were of course shocked to see him but weren?t abnormally surprised, Miroku played by his own rules and did usually what he wanted, consequences be damned.

?Hey guys,? he said, slightly down.

Inuyasha gave his friend a hard look and decided to ask what his problem was. Miroku only did this when something was bothering him. ?What?s up? You usually don?t come around too often, at least, not as of late.?

?Yeah,? Kagome added in, ?You?ve been keeping a decent attendance record, so I don?t really get it.?

?Just wanted to talk to you guys. I?ve been having a bad day.?

That had set Inuyasha off. ?You don?t just do whatever the hell you want because ?it?s been a bad day? what the fuck. I thought you were gonna stop doing this bullshit, Miroku.?

?I know, I know, damnit. God knows I get enough lectures from my teachers, I just needed to get away for a while.?

Kagome was sympathetic towards her friend?s plight. He?d been having a rough year and had just gotten out of a slump only to fall back in so soon. She squeezed his arm gently and smiled, ?Consider yourself away.?

?Thanks,? he smiled back lightly.

?Of course.?

?If you two are done exchanging your manners, I?d like to hear what your problem is before I throw up.?

Same old Inuyasha, Miroku thought. ?I don?t? know, it?s just.?? ?There?s this girl, Sango. I caught her trying to kill herself today.?

?That?s why you?re upset? Must I remind you it?s not your businesses to get involved in other people?s shit? Huh? You give too much of a damn, Miroku.?

?Damnit, Inuyasha,? growled Miroku, ?It was a person?s life, it?s not like they were missing their English paper. I should think you?d know the difference.?

He fell silent, not sure how to answer. ?You don?t need to get so defensive. What did you do, make out with her??

Miroku didn?t say anything else, a distant look grew in his eyes and he looked outside one of the windows, it was drizzling out and it made him feel worse. Sango?s probably still out there.

Kagome made haste in connecting her elbow into Inuyasha?s gut for making such snide remarks to Miroku. After she?d finished she went on with prodding him to tell them what was up. ?So you saved this girl obviously, then what happened?"

?We just talked. I don?t know for how long, must have been a while. And when I finally had to go I didn?t want to leave her. The look in her eyes, Kagome, they were just so sad, like a lost puppy. Now I feel sick for even leaving her.?

Wow, thought Kagome. Miroku usually is never this serious when it comes to girls. He must have had hit something deep when he was talking to her. ?Okay, I understand now, sorta. The question is though; what can you do about it??

?Nothing at the moment, but I still want to. For some reason she just sort of reminds me of my old self. I don?t know? it?s just something.?

Now Kagome had fallen silent along with Inuyasha. It was a rarity that Miroku said anything about his past. None of them really knew much about it but could tell something had happened to him that was a big deal. They didn?t dare touch on it; some things were better left unsaid.

Inuyasha swung his arm over Miroku?s back and gave him a mildly sympathetic look. ?I?m sorry, I didn?t mean to be so harsh but don?t beat yourself up over this. After all, you must have helped all you could.?

?That?s true,? he responded. ?But I wish I could do more.?

?She?s hopefully not going anywhere,? said Kagome. ?You can always check on her if that?s what you really want.?

?Yeah. I will.? He stood up and left the cafeteria abruptly, feeling a rush of an emotion and an overwhelming need to see her again.

?Go get her lover boy,? Inuyasha said under his breath. He then turned to Kagome and kissed her lightly on the cheek. ?What do you think is our little boy growing up??

?Maybe. Just maybe.?

And the two went back to enjoying their meal, their thoughts still on Miroku and the mysterious girl he had talked so fondly about.

~*~

It had been roughly an hour and a half since Miroku had left leaving Sango back to her own thoughts. The rain was beginning to fall harder and her body felt heavier, unable and unwilling to get up she just let the rain come down on her.

What did she care after all? Rain was actually something pretty beautiful and was often celebrated in the past in relation to a successful growing season. But the only thing growing now were Sango?s fears and concerns. The uncertainties she carried within her made it difficult to decide on anything.

What will I do? she asked herself. What?s left for me here? There was only a few things that still tied her down. That being, her brother and father? that and, maybe, ?Miroku,? she said quietly to herself.

?Would you be sad,? she asked out loud, ?If I die??

?Yes,? came the quick reply. Miroku was standing just above her head, the rain pouring down on him as well. His hair was beginning to look soggy and his sneakers made a squishing sound as he moved to sit down next to her.

Sango, was of course, very surprised to see Miroku back and sitting next to her no less. ?Why? I thought you?d be in huge trouble if you didn?t go back.?

He responded casually, ?Some things are just more important.?

I?m important? Me? She studied his face, hoping that she wasn?t being made a fool of, she was too often the bud of jokes. The quiet girl, miss doom and gloom, the boys referred to her as. It hurt, and she didn?t appreciate it. Her true nature was nothing like the one most people saw. Inside she was a pretty happy charismatic gentle person. She wore most of her emotions right on her sleeve and felt very fragile. So she hid, hid so others wouldn?t break what little she still had.

That though, wasn?t enough. She still was feeling hurt and most certainly was not happy. Nothing was right, nothing was fair. As the pain swelled up inside her a liquefied version of sadness streamed down her cheeks. It felt good to cry.

She touched her fingers to her cheek and examined the moisture. ?It?s been so long since I've cried.?

?We all need to cry sometimes, ? Miroku softly replied. ?It reminds us how human and vulnerable we actually are, even if we don?t like to believe it.?

?I believe it,? she said bitterly. ?I?m a weak and terrible person. Death is something I deserve.?

The understanding he began to feel for the girl quickly grew from pity and sympathy to anger and irritation. ?No,? he snapped. ?No one ever deserves something like death and you?re just being pathetic by saying so. You?re just welled up in your own sadness.?

?Maybe I am!? she cried. ?So what! So what though? Who gives a shit? No one has up till now, it?s never mattered before. Why should it matter to you? Why do you have to care??

?I don?t have to do anything. I?m doing this because I want to .?

?You hardly know me.?

?I could get to know you.?

?You wouldn?t like what you see.?

?Let me be the judge of what I like and don?t like.?

It grew quiet and the only sound that could be heard between the two of them was the sound of rain splashing against the concrete of the roof. They were now drenched from the rain but they?d made no progress in going anywhere. Sango was still disillusioned and sorrowful, Miroku stubborn and confused. The two had sat there a long time, not saying anything.

?I hate myself,? whispered Sango. ?I hate my family. I hate school. I hate life.?

?I?m no good and won?t amount to anything. A delinquent and a threat to society is all that I am.?

?I want to die and never come back.?

?I want to move away and forget my past and never see this place again.?

This was an awkward moment shared between the two, it was odd to be so open towards another person, frightening almost. People can hardly understand themselves let alone others and keeping up appearances is always a crucial role for people. No one ever wants to be the person with all the problems and disturbances in life, unless seeking attention. This wasn?t one of those cases, they just wanted to be normal teens without so many problems. There are just too many aspects in life to ever feel you?re in control of, or are happy with, that?s what makes it tough.

?Wow, it?s been a long while since I was so honest with myself,? Miroku said quietly. ?Sometimes I think I?m really just miserable and convince myself that I?m happy because I?m afraid to face what I don?t like to see.?

This had surprised Sango, Miroku at first glance seemed to have it all together, but that really wasn?t true. ?I can understand, for me though, I dwell so much on the pain and never overcome it. I don?t know where my happiness lies.?

?Yeah, I can relate sort of, I don?t know where I?m going at all in life. I feel like I?m going around in circles and whatever piece of myself I?m missing, I just cannot find.?

?Alone. I feel alone a lot.? She hugged her arms to her chest, the chilling rain made her shiver all over. ?I don?t have anyone I could ever consider a friend.?

?I?ll be your friend, Sango.? He looked over at her and offered a small smile, his face looked gentle and calming, as water droplets from the rain trickled down from his bangs, running over his face. His eyes were glossy and had an unknown feeling lurking within them. His face drew closer to her and his eyes more intense.

Her eyes downcast from him and stood intently at the ground, anything to avoid Miroku?s heavy gaze. ?What if I don?t want to have friends??

?Everyone wants a friend. It?s human nature to need the feeling of companionship of others. Don?t deny yourself happiness just because you hate yourself now.?

?I?ve always hated myself.?

?Then I would say that I?m sorry for you.?

?I don't need your pity.?

?What do you need then?? he asked, the sound of his voice rising.

She felt trapped, for so long she?d lied to herself about what it was she wanted and the feelings she chose to ignore and now had to face them. Face him. Her family soon, considering the suicide note, and everything else. ?Someone!? she screamed. ?I just want someone to care about me!? Her face contorted and she broke down in a wretched sob, realizing what she just said and being honest about the loneliness she felt.

That feeling of sadness and regret washed over Miroku again as he saw her sobbing. It was never his intention to push her this far. He gathered her up in his arms and hung on tightly to her. ?Sango,? he said quietly, ?I?ll take care of you. I?ll be there for you.? Anything, I?d do anything to see you happy.

She looked up at him, tears still swelled in her eyes, a look of fear and that of longing. ?Don?t leave me.? It had been so hard for her to reach out for someone and now that she had she already feared the day he too may walk away. ?I don?t want to be left behind anymore.?

?I wont, Sango, I won?t.? He patted her back soothingly and laid her head down in his lap. He could feel her body pulsating from the cold and held tightly to her. We won?t be alone anymore.


~~~~~End of chapter~~~~

Okay, wow, so that?s the end of the chapter. It was long mainly because I couldn?t stop writing and I owe you guys for not having updated sooner. So what do you think? I hope you liked it. I enjoyed writing it. There will be more plot development soon, just keep reading please. Thank you. ^_^

[Lara Winner]

Sweet and sad. I love the way you described their feelings. I think almost everyone can relate to that on some level. Excellent chapter!

[Eienvine]

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[Perfect Soldier]

Sweet and sad. I love the way you described their feelings. I think almost everyone can relate to that on some level. Excellent chapter!

I think it's always nice to have a mix of emtions because you can't always just feel one way or another, things kinda get blured and confused. Thanks for the compliment. ^_^

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