Title: Catch Me

Type: One-shot

Genre: Angst (always. Dx ) and romance… kindasortanotreally.

Rating: T

Summary: Everyone’s heard the story about the girl who waited in the rain for the man she loved, and he came for her. He came for her because he loved her more than the gods, and he couldn’t live without her. Stories can be so misleading.

Notes: Yep. It sucks, but I wanted to try a MirSan. Set in modern times.

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Everyone’s heard the story about the girl who waited in the rain for the man she loved, and he came for her. He came for her because he loved her more than the gods, and he couldn’t live without her. And that was perfectly okay, because she couldn’t live without him, either. And the two lived happily ever, the whole package deal; a perfect daughter, a perfect son, and one of those quaint houses with clean lawns and a nifty picket fence. And when the girl was making her way up that pretty, little sidewalk she would trip, and all would be lost. But in the knick of time, the man she loved would grab her out of the air. And they’d laugh, and kiss, and all would be well.

“I never existed.” The words were cold, spoken with a certain sharpness her mind failed to grasp. “You will forget me.”

“Forget…” Sango breathed. How could she forget him? She stared up at him through her bangs – wet from rain – with the kind of distant eyes one often found in a lost lamb.

His face was drawn tight; the usual smile in his gaze a cruel shadow. “I don’t want to keep hurting you, it’s better this way.”

“No, I know you don’t mean it, Miroku-” The black pavement seemed to sink beneath her feet.

“I’ll make this clear. You’ll never see me again. Ever.” He reached out, pulling her smaller hand into his own. His breath fanned over her skin, before he pressed his lips softly against her knuckles. “Time heals all wounds, Sango. You’ll forget me.”

She shuddered in sudden realization. He was leaving her. He was going leaving her. Her was going to leave her.

He turned, walked into the shadows that leaped up to claim him. Sango felt his name in her throat, burning as she stepped frantically forward. “Miroku-”

He was supposed to turn around then. Turn around with his lop-sided grin and tell her it was all a joke –

- a sick, twisted joke meant to amuse her and make her love him more -

- but instead his empty footsteps became the dull roar of rain in her ears.

“Miroku!” She screamed.

And there was an empty hole in her chest where the tattered edges throbbed.

She felt her knees go weak, and clawed frantically at the air for him to catch her. But he didn’t catch her, he let her fall. He had let her fall.