Dark secrets ~ Rengoku x reader

𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓

**No one's pov:**

In the quiet passage of time, the echoes of life persisted, weaving an intricate tapestry of joy and sorrow. Months after the poignant departure of Kyojuro, another chapter unfolded, as Y/n, too, succumbed to the gentle embrace of death. It was as if fate had acknowledged their unyielding connection, guiding them to a reunion beyond the threshold of mortality.

The winds whispered secrets through the corridors of the home, a space once vibrant with laughter and the resonance of a love that transcended the temporal. Y/n, in the gentle clasp of slumber, drifted into the eternal embrace, her final sighs harmonizing with the echoes of her heart.

Her departure was a silent affair, the tranquility of her final moments a testament to a life well-lived. In the undisturbed serenity of her passing, her children became the silent witnesses, bearing witness to the last exhale of a soul whose journey intertwined with theirs.

The passing of Y/n marked the end of an era, the final chord of a melody that had begun with the meeting of two souls. As she slept, oblivious to the earthly realm, her spirit embarked on a journey, one that promised a reunion with the love she had held so dear.

Her children, left to grapple with the complexities of grief, bore the responsibility of laying her to rest beside Kyojuro. In the sacred ground where memories lingered, they dug a final sanctuary, a place where the two lovers could unite beyond the veils of existence.

The act of burying her was not a farewell; it was a continuation of the love story that defied even death. The soil embraced her with a tender intimacy, cradling her form as if to echo the warmth of Kyojuro's arms. The tombstone, etched with the names of intertwined destinies, became a silent testimony to a love that had transcended both life and death.

As the earth claimed her, the whispers of the wind carried tales of eternal love, painting the canvas of the universe with the hues of an undying connection. The children, inheritors of a legacy etched in love, stood silent by the resting place, the weight of their parents' devotion embedded in the marrow of their bones.

In the quiet of the cemetery, where shadows danced with the fading sunlight, a profound peace settled. The reunion of Kyojuro and Y/n unfolded in realms beyond comprehension, their spirits converging in an ethereal dance that mirrored the undying flame of love.

And so, in the silent cemetery where tombstones marked the chapters of countless lives, the souls of Kyojuro and Y/n found solace. Their love story, etched in the annals of existence, became a testament to the endurance of love—one that surpassed the boundaries of mortality, painting a tale that resonated in the whispers of the wind and the rustle of leaves, forever echoing through the realms of eternity.