I finally completed InuYasha… and my heart feels incredibly heavy now.
There was a good reason why I didn’t want to read it and I didn’t want to know the ending of InuYasha. Reason being that I had hopes it would go on forever and ever. The thing with stories is that once it comes to an end, you wish there was more, so that it can move along with your own life. But it doesn’t work that way does it. Stories will have a beginning, their obstacles giving it it’s meat and intrigue, finally it will have it’s ending.
In a way it’s like saying goodbye to a friend you’ve known for so long. Only to know you will never see the person again. Yeah I’m making some childish analogies. That’s how I’m feeling now though. InuYasha the manga was written by Rumiko Takahashi for 10 years and it finally came to an end… I knew that if were to read the end.. like end end end.. of the story, I would start to feel this way.
It’s a feeling of satisfaction and yet tragic because I know I will never see these characters I have grown to love so much. The theme of comradeship between all the characters against one pure evil – which in the end you that you can’t help but sympathise with because what he really wanted was to be with someone – in contrast with the group of friends.. he was all alone.
