[MillietheWarrior]

"It's always been to late, hasn't it?" she whispered into the air. But if the forest heard her, it gave no indication. It was silent. And cold.

"Like me," she mused quietly.

Long forgotten and alone.

Hopeless.

Distraught.

Hurt.

Angry.

Enraged...

I can't…

[MillietheWarrior]

Her emotions swirled together in a vat of desperation. A desperation born of a hate that had transcended even death. She felt alone again, and forgotten. She knew she wasn't.

"Am I on your mind, too?"

Did he think of her as often as she thought of him? She wondered if he even knew her name anymore. No. He was too content now, too complacent. He had settled with the other miko, the one who was an imitation of her.

He had been tamed.

[MillietheWarrior]

She was nothing more than a distant memory.

A whisper on the wind.

A silent thought on a dark night.

I can't…

"I thought you loved me."

It had all been a lie. False promises and sweet nothings. He never really cared for her. He would not have forgotten the time they shared so easily if he really had.

[MillietheWarrior]

She should have made him remember.

She should have taken him to hell.

"You never loved me, did you?"

Her hand closed around the soft wood of her bow, and her knuckles faded to white.

Brown eyes smoldered with anger, and she suddenly found that an overwhelming desire to hurt something had resurfaced in her broken and battered mind.

It had happened more than once by now.

Something was wrong with her.

Something was terribly, terribly wrong.

"I do not...Belong here."

[MillietheWarrior]

I can't…

It was a sad murmur, a disheartened whisper. She hated herself for giving up. And she hated him for forcing her to. But her time had come. And she was lost.

It was all so hard to bear.

It was all to tough to endure.

She wanted to disappear.

She wanted to fade away forever.

She would do just that.

And she would be nothing more...

Nothing more than a memory.

"I can't...Love you anymore..."

Inuyasha.

-FIN-