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Since Tanjiro left for final selection seven nerve-wracking days had passed, and my fear could not be expressed. Uneasy thoughts constantly spiralled through my mind at an unbearable rate, annoying me to no end. I was becoming restless, nervous. It was as though nothing would ever be good enough for me, while my body itched and my body constantly squirmed under my own thoughts of the boy needlessly dying.
I didn't know what I would do if the boy didn't return.
Where would I go?
I could stay with the old man, but even then, I would just be an inconvenience to everything he does.
I would have to take care of Nezuko, and she would wake up, her brother wouldn't be there to comfort her. Who knows what sort of rampage will begin once she realizes the truth of the situation.
For all I know, she could turn into a proper demon, and then I'd have to kill her, just like the rest.
Tanjiro is a strong young man with extraordinary senses and a generous heart, but what if he was too generous and sacrificed himself for another?
What if he came into a powerful demon while trying to save someone?
Throughout the week he was gone, these uneasy ideas lingered in my head, as the day approached when Tanjiro would hopefully return home, not just for my own sake, but for everyone else's too.
My form sat outside the modest house, my back leaning against the wall as I waited for the boy, who was yet to return, even as the sun began to set over the horizon. The sun had already fallen behind the far peaks of the towering mountains and the only source of light left, were the fire-lit torches by the pathway's entry and the inside of the modest house. The glow of reds and brilliant oranges circles my shape as the night came into place. The stars began to slowly reveal themselves, causing the sky to glitter while the moon had just risen high enough so it's glow could be seen through the trees.
I raised my hand, closing it around my mouth as I heaved out a cough, though, thankfully, no blood was present once I removed my hand. My eyes glistened with hope, staring at the pathway, leading to our modest home, that sat alone in the woods. My chest jittered and my mind was fogged over by the thought of the boy, never once fading from my thoughts, and never once leaving my wits, no matter how hard I try.
My lips released a deep exhale, my eyes closing as my hand lowered to my side and my head leaned back against the wall, so my features faced the sky, through the leaves of the trees. The dread at the pit of my stomach grew with every passing moment as I patiently waited for the boy, Urokodaki was out, most likely, fetching some firewood.
Eyes gently opening, to look at the sky, my fingers tapped against the rough soil beneath me and my leg began to bounce, unconsciously.
