This is more of a epilogue. This story is over.

When death happens, a hole in our life is left behind. That hole is where the one who died previously resided. It's empty. Nothing's there. And everything's out of balance and off kilter. Because they're gone, taken from us, left the world and we don't like that. Simply put, they've gone and we are not okay with that. We draw comfort that we have all our friends around us. We're upset, and in denial that our loved one has gone just like that.

Now, saying 'loved one' like that, implies that both sides know that they are loved. But, in the event where both sides are unaware of this fact, well, the pain doubles. To think, that your great friend died not knowing how much you cared for them and you not knowing how they cared for you in return. It's agonizing. And when, in the last breaths of life, they ask for one last wish, everything comes crashing down. The croaking, gasping breath. The heartbeat that grows steadily fainter. Often the blood that pools, staining the ground and your heart. The ever glazing eyes. And then the guilt hits home. You feel like you should've taken their place, protected them better. You feel the guilt right at the core of your being. And it aches.

Then they go, with a whisper or a sigh. The eyes glaze, life leaving. When the soul leaves, the body goes limp, without life to hold it up. And you are left with the shell of your friend. And you cry. Cry for the lost ones. They had such potential. And they were so cruelly taken before it could be fully reached.

The life of warrior. When one takes this life, they must embrace the consequences. And know that this will happen, one day.

Tigress knew this.

Po, eh, he knows now. He won't ever forget.

When a blow mentally, physically, or spiritually, is taken, the pain doesn't leave. In the end, protecting its sanity, the mind covers it with scar tissue. It dulls the pain. But it's there.

Po never forgot the Master of Tiger Style. He had to go on. He always thought of her, though, wherever he may be. Sometimes, he think to himself, Tigress wouldn't like that. Or, Tigress would kick him all the way down the stairs of the Jade Palace.

Tigress never forgot him either. She stayed around, in the back of his mind, living on in a different sort of way.

Often, Po would swear he saw a glint of amber eyes in the corner of his eye, only to find nothing there that could make a glint when he looked. He'd even once heard a faint growl when a visiting master had insulted Tigress' death. So he knew that Tigress was still around, just in a different way.

Yeah no more. I liked this story while it lasted but I couldn't finish it. And this seemed a good ending don't you think? Well, it is written at three am...

Anyway, two news: my laptop is fixed (remember that thing?) and I'm redoing this. Yeah just re fitting it. Done. Night.

Katyuana out! :3

P.S: please! No more follows!