Where is She? by Kenshin

Where is She?

Where is She?

It is spring. It's raining. Everything is wet and cold, and everything is gray. Gray streets, gray buildings, gray people. They are all the same gray. So, where is she? The girl, no, the woman who would say, "They're all different shades of gray," and smile her teasing smile and laugh her tinkling laugh to brighten the day? The only person who wasn't gray on days like this. Who shone even brighter than the sun and more colorful than a rainbow. Who made others around her grin? Who would appear whenever I was gray and dreary? Where is she?

It is summer. With a glaring sun burning holes in my back, everything is shining brightly. Khaki-grayish sidewalks, shining ivory houses, bright aquamarine skies, off-white, cream-white, and egg-white clouds. So, where is she? When will she appear? When will she sneak up behind me, hold me in her arms and whisper softly in my ear, "Not everything's bright, my dear," then tickle me mercilessly until we cry with laughter. Where is she?

It is autumn. It's showering leaves. Everything is flame-colored. Red leaves, yellow leaves, orange leaves. So, where is she? When will she come up to me with leaves in her arms and ask to braid them in my hair. And when I say no, she'll tackle me to the ground and do it anyway. Then she shall giggle and take her camera out to capture my demise on film. Afterwards, she'll say, "Not all things that are leaf colored are bad," and she'll hold a yellow leaf up and say my eyes are the same golden color. Where is she?

It is winter. It's snowing. Everything's freezing and damp. As I drive by, everything's white and blue-gray... and dead. White snow, stormy blue sky, and dead trees. It reminds me of her. She was like a drifting snowflake, always dancing. Her eyes, they were gray or blue, depending on her mood. But she was never dead. Everything about her was alive. The way she spoke, walked, or even glared. But she's not here now. Where is she? When will she pop up from behind one of those dead trees and hurl a snowball at me? When will we fight tooth and nail until one of us gives up or loses? And she says, "You were once like winter." Where is she?

It is spring once again. It is also her birthday. So, here I am, where she is. Flowers in hand, I walk up and kneel down on the ground. I say to her, "I wish I could marry you, we could've been happy, but we'll never be able to anymore." I place the flowers on her grave and walk away. Looking back once more, I smile as I see the glitter of a small diamond ring among the flowers.

*This is from Sesshoumaru's point of view, but you already knew that, didn't you?

Author's note: Please critique this. I know it's probably really bad, so I want some advice on it. Thanks!

~Kenshin