InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sever the Tie That Binds ❯ Liar ( Prologue )
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By: FallenAngel7891 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.01.2006 | Updated On: 01.01.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 588 | Visits: 2.5K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.01.2006 | Updated On: 01.01.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 588 | Visits: 2.5K | Status: Work In Progress
I do not own Inuyasha, or any character except Taro. I only own the plot.
Prologue: Liar
The morning dew clung to the grass in tiny drops that slightly glistened with the sun in its wake. The moisture heavy in the air as if the clouds would open up and let the heavens cry within a second. The whole world still asleep as the sun grudgingly made its way into the sky, still dark as it slowly rose bringing tiny rays of light beginning to cover the intense still of morning.
Everything quiet and motionless as the sun peaked into the sky bringing the day. I laid beneath the covers of my warm sanctuary willing the darkness to come again and take me with it. I refused to wake up. I knew when I did I would have to face reality and when my eyes opened from their dream state he wouldn’t be there. He left. That one day of celebration six years ago slowly and resentfully became the day he told me about her.
The day he said he was leaving and hoped we could still be friends. Friends, I laughed to myself as those words replayed over again in my mind. How do you stay friends with someone who held your heart? The one you entrusted everything to then watched as he took your delicate spirit and slammed it into a wall shattering your very soul into small pieces that could never be fixed? Did he ever think about what he had done? Did he think about the pain he caused as I watched him walk away and out of my life? I guess not. All he could see was her.
She stood in front of me, blocking me from his sight while I drowned in a well of my own tears and self pity. I stood alone in the darkness of what used to be my life keeping to myself the one thing I should have told him that night. The one thing that I couldn’t bring myself to tell him when he averted his eyes to the table and uttered those four hateful words “I met someone else.”
How I hated him. The resentment clinging to the insides of my body refusing to let go, eating me away inside like the venom of a deadly viper. But I had loved him, that is why the wound he inflicted on me that day wont heal, because I still love him. It would have been easier not to care, to forget him and slam the door on that part of my life. Shut it out.
But I couldn’t cut out my heart and remove with it everything I felt for him, for he was the one who held my heart in his hands. And he was the one who crushed it, squeezing the life out of me in a bruising grip, using the one thing I gave him completely in the roughness of the palm of his hand.
I saw the blood on his hands that day, my blood, the blood from the lesions he made with his words and change of heart. The heart of his that I never truly held, the same one he gave to another. I laughed at myself again for being pathetic and believing him when he once said he loved me. Liar.
Prologue: Liar
The morning dew clung to the grass in tiny drops that slightly glistened with the sun in its wake. The moisture heavy in the air as if the clouds would open up and let the heavens cry within a second. The whole world still asleep as the sun grudgingly made its way into the sky, still dark as it slowly rose bringing tiny rays of light beginning to cover the intense still of morning.
Everything quiet and motionless as the sun peaked into the sky bringing the day. I laid beneath the covers of my warm sanctuary willing the darkness to come again and take me with it. I refused to wake up. I knew when I did I would have to face reality and when my eyes opened from their dream state he wouldn’t be there. He left. That one day of celebration six years ago slowly and resentfully became the day he told me about her.
The day he said he was leaving and hoped we could still be friends. Friends, I laughed to myself as those words replayed over again in my mind. How do you stay friends with someone who held your heart? The one you entrusted everything to then watched as he took your delicate spirit and slammed it into a wall shattering your very soul into small pieces that could never be fixed? Did he ever think about what he had done? Did he think about the pain he caused as I watched him walk away and out of my life? I guess not. All he could see was her.
She stood in front of me, blocking me from his sight while I drowned in a well of my own tears and self pity. I stood alone in the darkness of what used to be my life keeping to myself the one thing I should have told him that night. The one thing that I couldn’t bring myself to tell him when he averted his eyes to the table and uttered those four hateful words “I met someone else.”
How I hated him. The resentment clinging to the insides of my body refusing to let go, eating me away inside like the venom of a deadly viper. But I had loved him, that is why the wound he inflicted on me that day wont heal, because I still love him. It would have been easier not to care, to forget him and slam the door on that part of my life. Shut it out.
But I couldn’t cut out my heart and remove with it everything I felt for him, for he was the one who held my heart in his hands. And he was the one who crushed it, squeezing the life out of me in a bruising grip, using the one thing I gave him completely in the roughness of the palm of his hand.
I saw the blood on his hands that day, my blood, the blood from the lesions he made with his words and change of heart. The heart of his that I never truly held, the same one he gave to another. I laughed at myself again for being pathetic and believing him when he once said he loved me. Liar.