My Interpretation by Siax
Prologue
Prologue
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7/12/08
Diary Excerpt from K.H.:
No one, I fear, could have emitted such an undefinable, incandescent feeling from me, but him. It was a feeling that could never be mocked and I swear, my heart grew wings with every baritone note that passed from between his lips. And as far fetched a dream as sharing a life with said man was, it haunted me each night, a plethora of raw, subliminal, picturesque slide shows playing in my head. The idea of unconditional love showered upon me with joy - something stable - made me want to keep that feeling he gave me, more than anything. Although, perfection, the unattainable lock and key, escapes me. Despite the supposed unbreakable bond, unbreakable does not exist and it all falls apart.
And yet, how do you know it is not but a fragment of imagination?
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My belief is that all events in life are complied carefully into a predetermined sequence. Each event, as it is meant to, will transition into the next smoothly, almost elusively, in order to reach an outcome--adverse or not. Even if these events are examined and tampered with gingerly, one could only assume the next outcome.
My point? Life is unpredictable.
My interpretation on this subject is simple; it is that everything that is meant to happen, will happen. Whether we choose to intervene or not, our final destiny does not rest in our hands but in the hands of someone higher, someone more potent.
This belief is called Fate.
And this story, my story, follows these rules precisely.
My story, however, has no ending.
It is no happily-ever-after.
It is no heroic tragedy.
It is a story that just...
...exists.
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I've always hated introductions but I suppose if you're going to hear my story you might as well get to know me, right?
Well, my name is Kagome Higurashi.
I've always been a person with strong beliefs--those that I was never coy to express. I had always looked at life through half-lidded eyes, seeing only what I truly wanted to. Albeit, I suppose that is how most people look at life. No one really wants to acknowledge the bad but instead, focus intently on the good.
I was a dreamer in middle school, always off in my own little world. I would always dream of getting swept off my feet by the perfect fairytale prince or imagine my first wedding with an abundance of white roses sprinkled across the foyer as my new husband carried me through the threshold.
And then, one day, I grew up.
I realized that life wasn't always kind.
Occasionally, with perseverance, you would acquire what you truly wanted--but hey, the word work was involved, right?
Me and work? Yeah...no.
Of course, soon after that thought I concluded: how else would I get anything? My parents weren't wealthy. In fact, they were far from it.
Therefore, I learned to work and I learned to enjoy it.
Being a sophomore in high school had it's downs. For one, my parents hardly trusted me, afraid I would go off with the closest male and willingly spread my legs. And convincing them that I wasn't like that...well, let's just say that, that was a near impossible and most definitely futile task.
It wasn't so much that I had done anything to betray their trust. It was mainly the fact that my company was composed of older guys. Guys who were considered adults (though merely by the result that they were in the age range of eighteen to nineteen).
So you see, I was a completely normal teenager.
That is, until he showed up.
A man that taught me so many things.
A man who challenged me.
A man who irked me.
A man who not only loved me...
He had also given me my first taste of genuine heartbreak.
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