Memories of Her

At first she had been an annoyance and then she had turned into his friend. Finally, of course, he learned to love and they had been lovers.

But they were too different.

The young, middle aged hanyou leaned backwards into the heavy boughs of the Goshinboku. The memories that usually floated up and around him, the memories that swam painfully in front of his eyes when he drifted asleep, they didn't exist here! Here was the place where he could finally sleep and not be haunted by her ghost. He could forget her here.

Here he could forget that she had died an old, happy woman while he just lived on