Eternally Yours

22.

class="MsoNormal">No words were spoken between them, they
did not have to. D felt her arms

encircle his chest as they continued their
journey. Something inside him had been released and he felt better than he

ever
had before. He steered the horse towards the village where Layla were buried. He
was going to tell her about

Sango, how he finally had found someone to love as
well.

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Sango fell into a light sleep behind D.


She too felt content, just knowing that she was loved by this dark god made her
want to bring down the heavens for

all other living creatures. How lucky had she
not been? Stranded and wounded in a new world, she had found love. And what

a
love it was. She smiled and hugged him tighter. She could hear him chuckle a bit
and caress her hands that were

placed on his chest.

class="MsoNormal">It was late afternoon when D stopped at
the edge of the village. He gently

awoke Sango from her nap. He pointed towards
the village.

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We are

here, he said.

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And where are here? asked Sango and yawned a bit as

she stretched out her
arms.

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My friend’s village, said

D.

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Your friend? Oh, you mean that lady friend of

yours?

D smiled when he heard the small hof of
jealousy

in her voice. He helped Sango get down from the horse and looked
around. The village had not changed since his last

visit. And it was still
blooming fields around it. This was one of the few places in this world where
things actually

grew in abundance.

He plucked a few flowers and took hold


of Sango’s hand. He walked over to the grave yard and stopped in front of a
beautiful carved grave

stone.

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This is my friend; her name was Layla, said D and

placed the flowers on
the grave.

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Layla?

class="MsoNormal">D nodded and told her the story about
him and Layla. Sango listened with awe

and guilt. “Gods, how I feel stupid
right now…” she thought. She had been jealous of a dead girl.

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When did she die? asked Sango when he stopped

talking.

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About twenty years ago, said D and removed a few

intruding strands of
grass around the grave stone.

Sango

did not ask anything else, instead
she raised her head to see a woman around her thirties walk towards them. Sango


pulled at D’s cape and he looked up as well.

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She had seen the dark figure and an old


memory came to life in the back of her head. It was Him, the dark figure that
had came to her grandmother’s burial

twenty years ago. And he looked just he had
that day.

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Nice to

see you again dunpeal, said the woman with a gentle voice.

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Nice to

see you as well, he said and bowed towards the woman.

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You have a

travelling companion with you this time?

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Yes, this is Sango, my….

wife, said D and smiled towards Sango who
blushed lightly.

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Nice to

meet you miss Sango, said the woman. – My name is Cordelia.

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Thank

you Cordelia-san, said Sango and bowed lightly as well.

The

woman looked a bit confused but
shrugged it off.

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Why are you here

dunpeal?

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I wanted to tell Layla that I have found love.