Le Fleur de la Vie. by Natalia

Melancholic

Melancholic

165 words

“Melancholy...” Kagome whispered sadly, but then looked at the sky and sang softly:

“Melancholy, sweet melody,

Melancholy, mysterious amor,

Melancholy, melancholy,

from the heart’s harmony with love”

“It was such a beautiful word for me, this song captivated me and I always mused what it meant, but I never thought I would ever be melancholic,” she said wiping her eyes.

“Miko, why do you cry?” Sesshoumaru asked again and she chuckled.

“It hurts when your dreams are shattered and your love is in vain,” she replied and Sesshoumaru eyed her intently.

“Explain.”

“What is there to explain?” she sharply turned around and wiped her tears again.

“Even now after three years... coming here I hoped...but he...” she mumbled.

“Miko!” he insisted and Kagome taking a deep breath, her hands trembling spoke:

“He called me Kikyo... again.”

Sesshoumaru fisted his hand.

“It was the morning after our wedding, he woke up and from slumber and confused me again. His voice was so soft and full of hope...”