What are you when you are not just a shadow, but a shadow of a shadow?
How many times has it been already? Is this the tenth? The twentieth? Why did it never get less painful? A thousand vague memories flashed through my head. Soon this will become yet another.
I cant do this. I cant let you go again. It gets harder every time. Ryuus brilliant purple eyes of the deepest lavender and more intense than a thousand and one heavenly gardens worth of flowers gaze back mournfully into mine.
Ryuu, my love, it just makes the next time that much sweeter. As long as there are bananas, I will be there also. You will know me by my bananas.
What if there are none?
There will be. Look how they curve. One end always reaching for the other, never quite touching.
And will they ever?
Shadow move to respond, but even so, she could feel her time nearing. She grasped his perfect face, that perfect face that even angels dared not glance at for fear of loving it, and pressed my equally perfect face to it.
We are two perfect people in perfectness perfectly together. Alas, fate is cruel. And jealous. No one deserved to be trapped in such an endless cursed cycle, we are as laundry in a broken machine, spinning until its threads frayed to bits.
It doesnt matter. Love is all that matters. Shadow whispered to him. You will find me again. And again.
Ryuus tears flowed like the torrents of the greatest waterfalls from the highest of heights down his face.
Dont go! Not yet! he wailed. Overflowing snot muffled his words, but that only made his face more endearing to me. Shadow smiled and reached out, but her hand was already fading.
He reached back anyway. And fell short.
I stare often into the shadows endlessly gazing into its depths. There is comfort there. Something draws me near them. But every time I reach, it eludes my touch. Just a whisper of an existence. Like a song everyone knows but cant remember the words to. But I remember. I always remember. My beloved Shadow with her hair as fine as a valley of swaying cyan wheat. In this lifetime and the next and every one thereafter, I would find her again.