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(I got a piece of paper and just started to write how I feel...I dedicate this story to the one I love...the one I shared a wish with of lying there in his arms beneath the stars forever...Quite a childish wish isn't it...)

"I just...I just can't get in the way anymore. Your with her and your both happy.That is all I ask of. For you and my friend to be happy. "She turns once more her black dress ruffling at the movement. "Sorry but I really must go." A tear followed by many others trickle down her face. "Goodbye my friend." Her voice chokes. "Goodbye." She whispers not even loud enough that the best of demon ears could hear."I wish I could tell you how I feel. Goodbye. I love you with all of my heart and I always will. " She turns to leave for the last time. The glint of a katana hidden beaneath the sleeve of her kimono shatters through the darkness. She is out of sight now. Her weaping is still carried to him by the light breeze. A scream.....followed by an uneasy silence.
A whisper well not even a whisper flows in the wind through the trees all the way to the mountain tops on every full moon of every month. It is of her lost soul searching...always searching for the one she loves so dear. The words are always the same. Word for word she whispers "I wish I could tell you how I feel. Goodbye. I love you with all of my heart and I always will."
Some who cross through these parts of the forest say that on these endless nights they see a faded image of a young woman in an attire of an all raven black dress holding a katana high above her head. They say that she is awaiting the fate she chose just for her love and her friends happiness. So she came to be known as The legend of the Weaping Soul.