I don't know what to do with myself.
She is the shock of life. All electric sparkle and magic bubbles bursting. The way she moves carries its own excitement. Her smile lights her up from the inside, like candles in a paper lamp.
She is fully alive, and beams with it. Nothing withstands it. Not the rush of bitter remembrance, not lachrymose pains that formed in my heart. So many old aches are soothed by her light.
I still don't know what to do. Almost against my will, I feel my reserve slide away like fine sand through my fingers.
Author's note: My attempt at a 100-word ficlet. I've often said I didn't feel I was brave enough to try writing one of these, but I dug around in some inner recesses and dredges up the courage and a little willpower.
It wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. But then, as I read the ficlet to myself, I couldn't help but smile. Because even as I'd meant for these to be my dear rurouni's thoughts, I realized they could also as easily be Aoshi's.
Oh, well. :) Do you believe I should try to write another?