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I looked around the room for what seemed like the thirtieth time. The television babbled incessantly in the background. You aren't here. I wish you were.

I know where you are. You're not with me. You are far, far away; in another world practically.

I feel bad. I know that the only reason you've stayed so long is obligation. But I do love you. I say it every day, and I mean it.

When you say it back, it sounds hollow. I wish it didn't.

I remember a time when it wasn't like that. I remember when, in school boy-ish innocence, you told me that you loved me more than as a friend. I smiled a smile that I had always reserved for you.

But now, all we do is go through the routine of life. Wake up, shower, eat, work, come home, turn on the television, eat again, and go to bed, kissing me good night.

It's always the same.

The TV shuts off, and you stand up, the faraway look in your eyes still there. You come to me in the kitchen, and look at me, holding my cup of cold tea at the kitchen table in the dark.

Your eyebrows knit together in confusion. I have never done this before. Not wanting to question my actions, you lean forward and press your lips to mine.

There is no passion in it.

"Good night, Kagome." You whisper and leave the room. I sigh and close my eyes.

I never knew how much it could hurt. But then again I did, I just chose to ignore the tiny voice in my mind.

"He doesn't love you. Maybe he never did." It says, taunting me in the early hours of the morning when I cannot sleep.

In the beginning, I told myself all these lies; excuses for your behavior. He's tired I'd tell myself aloud, desperately trying to believe what I was telling myself. He's just not in the mood. He's had a tough day.

Day after day, I would tell myself stories of how you would think about me during the day, and when you came home, you continued to think about me. You ignored me because you thought I was upset with you. You were always concerned about me, always waiting for me to make the first move.

I didn't believe it either.

A few tears fall down my face.

Only earlier today did I realize that our marriage is over. There is no one to repair the damage done by my lies and your neglect. I can't believe that it took me that long to apprehend it.

And that's why I am sitting in the dark of our nice apartment as you are asleep in the bedroom.

I stand up, moving across the floor to the sink where I dump my tea. I place my hands on the edge of the sink, seeing nothing but endless black in the window ahead of me.

There's only so much that a woman can take, telling herself that tomorrow will be better. Tomorrow you will be better. Tomorrow we will be better. Tomorrow night I wont have thoughts of how I couldn't bear it if I lost you.

Tomorrow seemed worth the wait to see you smile again.

And yesterday, I did see it.

The two of you were enjoying a lunch for two at a café. I bet you thought you were so sly, Sesshomaru. I bet you thought I would never know.

But I did.

I watched for a moment through the window, wondering how long it had been going on. I was angry; I was hurt. But I as I looked on, and I saw you smile, I knew that you were happy.

So I walked away. Again, I went unnoticed.

I'm not sure if you noticed it or not, but when you got home, I wasn't there. I was in my own little world. I didn't make conversation with you. I didn't try to make you love me. I didn't try to make you like me.

I gave up when I saw you with her.

I go to our room and lay down on my side of the bed. I place my palms together, and then slide my hands underneath my head. I no longer cried. I just lay there, my eyes open, staring at the wall.

You roll over in your sleep, and wrap one arm around me. You lay your head on top of mine in such a way, that I know that you aren't asleep. I sigh.

"I know about her." I whisper in a low voice. As I feel your body tense against mine, I know that you heard what I said.

"I saw you." I continued. You take a deep breath.

I open my mouth, to say the last thing to complete this conversation.

"I'll be gone by tomorrow evening." I close my eyes and inhale, hoping that it will ward of the tears I know are threatening to fall.

You lean in close, trying to mold your body to mine. You kiss me on my neck, silently begging for forgiveness.

Silence fills the room.

I look around the room for what seems like the first time. The place seems empty without all my things.

Pictures are taken down from the walls of family gatherings, special moments of our youth and present day.

If I was in part of one, I took it. You didn't need a reminder of me in the home. I'm sure you wouldn't want too.

Around my feet are three suitcases. I think its amazing that I can put ten years of life into them. It seems like such a small amount.

I go into the kitchen, and place a note that I had prepared earlier, next to the napkin holder. I can only hope that you will read my words and find relief.

You are finally rid of me.

There is a knock on the door and I slowly turn and walk toward it. Opening it, I welcome in my friend, who helps me take my stuff down to my car. With the last of it gone, I look around, giving my 'home' one last glance.

I sigh as silence rings in my ears. I walk into the living room and turn on the television.

As it chatters relentlessly, I walk out the door. With a click of the lock, I pull my key out and leave it underneath the doormat for you to find.

A/N: first kinda sorta SessKag story…go easy on me. Inspired by the song "Again I Go Unnoticed" by Dashboard Confessional

RandR

Emily