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Only the last goodbye's can make one's heart tremor in remorse.
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"Come on (Y/n), let's not miss the fireworks!"
The moment his voice reached my ears and, his sweet red eyes met mine at a stint of time, I knew then that his visage was even more blissful than any colourful sky. His calloused hand reached out to me in midst of a crowd. There was a smile plastered on his face as he looked at me dearly.
It was lovely— and I couldn't help but intertwine my hand with his.
That night happened so quickly as though a light passing by, but it was something I cherished deeply in all my years living. By then, I found what it means to live and with it the man I love.
"(Y/n)! We got a mission!"
We were young and free back then, hunters with duty and humans with dignity.
The ginger curve of his lips represents the excitement he felt once he found out we would do our duty together. I couldn't help but feel the same. There were no lingering worries in his eyes as he took my hand to his own.
We settled upon the ragged path and treaded our way along the grassy field — hand in hand. For him, it was reassuring that we would succeed. And that none of us would be left alone.
I was, after all, an immortal.
I can not attain death no matter what occurs, and that brought him in relief. Because,
he could never lose me.
And he was my reason to accept the faith of eternity.
"Stay with me tonight, (Y/n)."
How long has it been since the progenitor of the vile creatures had ceased to exist? It's been years, and as time flows naturally and the world now revolves beautifully, I am at peace. I sent him a cheery smile as I accept his contrive offer. It was a lovely night with the moon's guide in the sky, and we sat by the patio in silence.
Our gazes are stuck at the welkin night, yet I could only make use of the time to admire his gallant form at the corner of my eyes. Oh, how much he had grown over the years. His face looked even more of a man, his shoulder has gotten broader, and his body has gotten sturdier. It was as though I'm looking at a different Tanjiro. And he was nowhere near the boy he used to be.
But his gentleness and passion remain. I knew that the moment he had caught my deep peer, and we found ourselves tangled in emotions.
"Do you mind...?" he uttered softly, looking in my direction, yet his head hangs low. His facade states nervousness and I felt it at the warm sweats protruding from his palm intertwined with mine.
And then I knew, and what will happen next would be treasured.
Tanjirou pulled his gaze up into my eyes as I was blinded by his lovely red orbs. Deep in colour, so deep. That my body moved — slowly closer, and I met his lips.
And they greeted me with such a warm welcome.
It was the first of all night that I felt the warmest his hand could take. Heated in passion —slithering gently around my dainty body. And the convulsing fervour thumping through our chest, louder than any emotions — and louder than the sounds we induced all the while his bare body glistened with mine.
As we reached the limits of our feverish stunts I couldn't find myself succumbing in a deep slumber. Neither did he. And we lay there with unclothed bodies whilst he held my frame securely in his arm.
We were young, passionate, and hopeful lovers living in this era brimming youth. The two of us lived in great ardent as we fathomed all aspects of life. It was relishing, and never once did I regret being immortal.
At least just then, I didn't.
I've made an oath of spending my years in glee alongside this man; holding my hand firmly as though I was leaving, and planting all the loving kiss to what was left on my fair skin.
It was lovely, then.
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"(Y/n)..." he called out to me gently.
"I'm sorry .... I got to leave you."
Throughout the years I've spent living with him, I've never once felt any anguish in the depth of my eternal life. But the sight that lies before me crushed me into sorrowful pieces down to the bottom of my heart.
My breath shuddered violently; I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move, nor that I could look at his body in such a state.
Why, out of the two of us, did he had to go first? We could have been together there, laying down, hand in hand, and exhale our remaining breathe. Why did he have to go the easy way out? Why is it that it can only be him, alone?
Why can't you take me with you, my love?
"Please... g-god..." my voice cracked completely beyond repair, bit by bit I tried to look at him without having to tear up at his frail form. I gripped my hand unto his own, thumbing the back of it. I could see the chalky lined veins all over his arm, and his bones felt like they were poking through his skin.
All the while I sat here with fair and supple skin, as though I was in my young nubile age.
A series of sobs were heard coming from me, and the continuous breathless gasps I could make. My eyes snaked around his form, observing what has become of my beloved.
Tanjiro was once a man with a gallant and honourable sculpted frame, the opposite of what I am perceiving. The sleeves of his clotheslined out his bony figure, and his voice was almost unrecognizable if I wasn't his lover.
And then my gaze met his lifeless face, staring back at me and he... he smiled. The moment his lips tugged a curve I wasn't able to control myself. I burst out, a tumultuous cry coated with agony.
"T-tanjiro..."
I felt tormented. My body felt like it's about to crumble down and burned in despair with how my feelings overwhelmed me.
And yet, he had a moment to smile. It broke me. God, why this cruelty?
His smile looked so warm, it was radiating memories of the past when we were so young and delicate. The cherishing time we had spent together in this world, brimful of love and freedom. My love, why would you give me a smile that can brighten my whole world yet drowned me in my deepest sorrow?
"....I love you, (Y/n)." Tanjiro stated those three loving words that struck me to my very core, and his hold felt warmer around my own. It was those words that showered me in passion, it once showered me with an undying love. And for the last time in his remaining time, he offered them to me.
The second I felt his grip tightened around my dainty hand, brimmed me with tiny hopes. I've thought — would he stay longer in our dying presence? If anything, I'd find my way in the depths of darkness just so I could sleep eternally with him. And so I begged, let him stay.
But the quicker he had held me were as fleeting as his hand sullenly slipped away from mine.
"Always...."
My eyes tearfully widened, and my whole being quivered in fear. "... and forever."
In my years of living, it was only once where I found a reason for sojourning in this world longer than what I wished for. This man proved to me that life gets better as one lives, and I felt that when he gave validity to my endless life. And all I could do in return was love him from the sorrow of my heart.
But I guess, I loved him too much more than I can handle.
Those were his last words to me as he breathed his last exhale, and as he had loosened his hold on my trembling hand. I was... in a state of no words at all.
I could only breathe with pulsing breathes with my skipping its set of heartbeats. That moment I forced myself not to breath, to end my life here and there — to cease my heart from beating, and once I'm done, I can be free.
However, life gives you the essence you don't deserve, and life can take what you deserve away. I couldn't die when I had to, and I lived when I didn't deserve to. And so I sat there, slowly falling down next to his lifeless body. "I love you Tanjiro... s-so much,"
I whispered shakily, grabbing his frail arm, and embraced it with my remaining energy. I felt warm tears flowing out of my eyes, trickling to my side as I placed my forehead on his shoulder.
"So please.... come back to me."
I slept. Filled with eternal misery.
I wondered deeply just before my eyes fluttered close. What life awaits me now that I have lost my thee? The golden rope I once hold onto to live has been cut into pieces I couldn't count, and now I am left with nothing as I fall down in the ocean of lament.
I am at loss again; nowhere to hide nor to run, and I am now living without any trace of burgundy locks and a pair of sweet wine orbs.
I am dead, and the only thing I had left was, again — eternal, miserable life.
Will I, hopefully, maybe, meet him again after a hundred years?
End
because of this request i am once again addicted in angst, and i am sorry for i haven't place the wanted ending heheheh. to keep y'all from crying this is officially a plot where they get together again in modern times.
see ya, lovelies!
—Mrs.Shinazugawa