My heart dropped to my feet as the crow kept rambling on about the death of the insect hashira. My body felt numb. Throat getting tighter, I tried to hold the tears threatening to escape my eyes.
*At the scene*
I looked at the body beneath me. A single tear escaped my eye and dropped on her pale face. Then two. Then three. Until I couldn't count anymore. I dropped on my knees beside her, my uniform now soaked in her blood. I ran my finger across her delicate skin. The usual smile on her lips was now long gone. And her eyes.....I wont ever be able to see them again....
Though her eyes seemed to be swollen. Had she been crying? I felt my chest tighten. It must have been so painful. I hope it would've been fast. Not slow and painful. I wonder what she was thinking in the last moments of her life. Was it the pain? Was it the demon? Or was it her sister? Did she regret being a demon slayer?
Did she think of me? I hope she did...I placed her head in my lap and continued to look at her for as long as the world allowed me. Finally, the silent tears turned into noiseless sobbing. My chest hurt until I couldn't feel it anymore.
I should've told her. Should have told her how much she meant to me. I wish there was a better word than love, to tell her how far my heart traveled for her.
And just like that, I watched her being carried carried away to be buried, somewhere far away, among the already deceased. Right now, standing here, with that butterfly pin in my hand, I almost hope that what they say about 9 lives is true. Even if it is to make my pain bearable, I hope we meet again. To fall in love all over again. To do it over one more time.
