Hey this is Symphony of the masked faces bringing you the sequel to I’ll Still Love You. I hope you enjoy :)

I'll Still Love You

Rating: M

Warning: There will be foul language in this chapter and probably in the near future. You were warned.

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha but this plot and these words are mine.

Symphony of the Masked Faces

I’ll still love you even when I wake up and your not there

I’ll still love you when I wake up and your not there. The sound of air escaping your soft lips is gone, replaced by the snores of the stranger lying next to me. Memories of the days when we slept holding each other still plague my dreams. I miss the feel of your heartbeat and the way it raced whenever I touched you. I used to wake up to the feel of your lips against mine and the aroma of breakfast finding its way to my nose, now I wake up to the feel of hips rubbing against my pelvis and the stench of alcohol. Often I wonder what went wrong between us and what made me take everything and leave you with nothing. I blamed it on temptation- the temptation of one more drink, of just one kiss but I knew that it was my fault. I had been weak- the life of a bachelor was appealing, there were no boundaries with anything especially women. I had gotten caught up in the lies and the cheating and I had hurt you in pursuing my own dreams. Sometimes I wonder, wonder what would’ve happened if I stayed, but those thoughts are dangerous and often lead to a bottle of whiskey and some slut from a club. I drowned myself in liquor and tried to fuck the pain and emptiness away. You are so sweet and so innocent compared to me. Taking another sip, I feel my liver beg for me to stop but I can’t. Each sip pulls me further and further away from you, till I forget your face and everything is just a blur.

“I still love you” the words escape my lips without even noticing.

“I still love you” The words tumble out once more and they sound weird almost foreign. Your face comes to mind and I feel the pain swell once more. Reaching out, I search for the bottle. Grasping it I bring it to my lips and take another sip and try to forget. It burns and I can feel you slipping from my fingers.

“I still love you” I whisper and I swear I hear you whisper “I know”

I’ll Still Love You when I’m sitting across from you

I’ll still love you when I’m sitting across from you, which I’m doing right now. You are dressed in a white cashmere sweater and black fitted jeans, a pair of black ankle boots on your small feet. Your hair, so long and soft is frames your face and it reminds me of the first time we made love. A throb of pain surges through me and I feel like fingers twitch, searching for the bottle. Your soft pink lips are stiff and your eyes dead to the world. I wonder did I do this? And the thought makes me want to reach over the table and kiss your pain away. The voices of the lawyers mean nothing and I can find myself only looking and thinking about you.

“Your client left Ms. Higurashi with nothing except an empty house. I think it is fair that she deserves at least 25 percent of Mr. Taisho’s assets.” The man sitting next to you says and I envy him for being so close to you.

“Well seeing that Mr. Taisho did own everything in the house, I do not see why he owes anything to Ms. Higurashi. But I believe he is willing to work something out.” My lawyer replies and I want to smack him for his insinuations before realizing it’s his job and let it go.

“I do not want anything” your soft voice says and I feel my eyes drawn to you. “He can have it all, now if we can get on with the rest of the proceedings?”

“Are you sure Ms. Higurashi?” the man next to her asks almost bewildered. You nod. “What will you do for money?” the man asks and I find myself asking the same question. “I will find myself a job.” You reply, as if the answer is obvious. My guilt and anger wage and I can only wince as the cruel words escape my lips. “She does not deserve anything. She came into this marriage with nothing and she will leave it with nothing. Now I have a meeting to attend so if we could hurry this up.” I look at you, half hoping that I somehow affected you and half hoping I did not hurt you. No tears. No anger. No anything. My heart swells in pain and I can’t stand being so close to you, yet so far. My fingers wrap around the glass and I take a sip of the water tricking myself into believing its whiskey. I revel in the burn and close my eyes for only a moment.

I love you

I love you

I love you

I love you

The words travel up my spine and plant themselves into my head. I try to say the words yet I cannot find the nerve to do so. I watch as your lawyer gently squeezes your hand in reassurance and I watch as you turn to him and smile, smile like you used to. Mind numbing jealousy momentarily blinds me and I realize I deserve this. You are not dead to the world, I am simply dead to you.

I’ll still love you.

The wave of nausea is overwhelming and I inwardly chant the words.

I still love you.

I still love you.

Hope you enjoyed! Yes there is repitition but that was put there on purpose. Well you should totally review because it makes me happy. No flames please. Thank you!