Slayers Fan Fiction ❯ Mou Ikanaide ❯ One-Shot
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: iamfanboy 
A goodbye from one friend to another. (not at all my usual style... if I even have a 'usual' style...)
Anime/Manga: Slayers Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 01.07.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 398 | Visits: 895 | Status: Completed
A goodbye from one friend to another. (not at all my usual style... if I even have a 'usual' style...)
Anime/Manga: Slayers Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 01.07.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 398 | Visits: 895 | Status: Completed
Slayers
Mou Ikanaide
It still hurts.
Looking down at her gravestone, I marvel silently at that. Don't the
wise say that pain fades with time? And yet...
"I still miss you," I say softly, then chuckle. "But I guess you know
that, don't you? Not a day goes by that I don't think I see you on the street,
or hear you call out my name, or..."
I stop talking for a moment, lost in memories of her smile, her laugh,
the odd way she had of viewing the world not as it was, but as it should be.
Then, I start talking again. "And each time, when I stop and know that it isn't
you, that it can never be you. I can't help but cry. After I'm done, I dry my
tears and tell myself, 'That's the last time. I won't cry any more. I won't!'
It's been a year! Then, it all happens again..."
I touch my cheeks. They're wet, but I choke back my tears and continue.
"We've been trying to live up to your example, but it's hard. So hard..."
I start sobbing in earnest. My words garbled so badly that I can't even
understand them, I ask, "Why didn't you tell us? Why did you keep fighting? Why
didn't you just stop and say that you were hurt real bad? All it would have
taken was one healing spell."
I scream, "JUST ONE!"
My voice gives out as I go to my knees by her graveside. Several minutes
later, I whisper, as though she was just sleeping and I didn't want to wake her,
"You wanna know what the worst part is? You didn't get any last words. I thought
that real heroes always got last w-w-w..."
That makes me start weeping again. Then, I hear a shout. "Hey Lina, you
all right?"
I turn around and fake a smile for Gourry's benefit. "'Course I am. Why
wouldn't I be?"
I stand up and read Amelia's epitaph aloud. "'Justice should be the only
ends, heroism the only means.' You tried to teach us that. I only wish I'd've
learned sooner." Strangely, I felt no urge to cry as I stood up and walked back
to Gourry and adventure's road.
Aaron Bergman
iamfanboy@hotmail.com
"The bitterest tears shed over graves are for
words left unsaid and deeds left undone."
-Harriet Beecher Stowe
Mou Ikanaide
It still hurts.
Looking down at her gravestone, I marvel silently at that. Don't the
wise say that pain fades with time? And yet...
"I still miss you," I say softly, then chuckle. "But I guess you know
that, don't you? Not a day goes by that I don't think I see you on the street,
or hear you call out my name, or..."
I stop talking for a moment, lost in memories of her smile, her laugh,
the odd way she had of viewing the world not as it was, but as it should be.
Then, I start talking again. "And each time, when I stop and know that it isn't
you, that it can never be you. I can't help but cry. After I'm done, I dry my
tears and tell myself, 'That's the last time. I won't cry any more. I won't!'
It's been a year! Then, it all happens again..."
I touch my cheeks. They're wet, but I choke back my tears and continue.
"We've been trying to live up to your example, but it's hard. So hard..."
I start sobbing in earnest. My words garbled so badly that I can't even
understand them, I ask, "Why didn't you tell us? Why did you keep fighting? Why
didn't you just stop and say that you were hurt real bad? All it would have
taken was one healing spell."
I scream, "JUST ONE!"
My voice gives out as I go to my knees by her graveside. Several minutes
later, I whisper, as though she was just sleeping and I didn't want to wake her,
"You wanna know what the worst part is? You didn't get any last words. I thought
that real heroes always got last w-w-w..."
That makes me start weeping again. Then, I hear a shout. "Hey Lina, you
all right?"
I turn around and fake a smile for Gourry's benefit. "'Course I am. Why
wouldn't I be?"
I stand up and read Amelia's epitaph aloud. "'Justice should be the only
ends, heroism the only means.' You tried to teach us that. I only wish I'd've
learned sooner." Strangely, I felt no urge to cry as I stood up and walked back
to Gourry and adventure's road.
Aaron Bergman
iamfanboy@hotmail.com
"The bitterest tears shed over graves are for
words left unsaid and deeds left undone."
-Harriet Beecher Stowe