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Author's Note: This time I will keep it brief and state the facts. This is a sort of poem/story and it is written from Kagome's point of view (even though I hate doing this, I was inspired to do so). Reviews, flames, questions, comments, and more are warmly welcomed. So please review after you read! Thank you!

What is the point to live, if the one you live for is truly unfaithful? What is the point to save my life, if only to turn against it later for another after you've saved it? Why must he make me feel as if my soul is but a vain scrap of meaningless spirit? I don't intend on continuing this path if only to be tossed aside as a used rag would be.

Long before we once had been inseparable. Two companions set on a journey of bondage, friendship…and growing affections. Though bickering would often conflict the many a thoughts of love, we did not falter in letting the arguments pass over time. The more time had passed, the more we longed for each other's presence. I had contemplated then how long I would truly stay with him.

Sadly, even the galaxies of time were not on my side. I truly wanted to stay by his side forever, until the stars would fall, and I would be naught but a memory on this earth. Had I chose this, I would mournfully leave the time I knew in the world. A time that held dear my mother, my grandfather, my brother. I knew I would eventually have to choose one to stay in permanently. Was my love for him strong enough to break the bondages of time? I'd have found out the answer to this question if not for his black heart of betrayal…

I knew about her since the very day I met him. He had told me through his very teeth and lips that she was beautiful. Indeed she was. Whenever he had talked about her, I could still see the glowing embers of a past love in his eyes. I knew he still loved her dearly, but my mind ignored it and vainly pushed it aside. I also knew that in my heart, I would and still will never match the beauty or soul his lost love had. To him, was I just a substitute for his one and only true love? If only I could have seen into his heart. I would have the answers I need to mend what once was a beating heart; all that is left is shatters.

The one fateful night, when my true future would be placed in front of me, pierced my heart, was beaten and spat on, and left as that tattered rag for dead. Not the largest sea in this world could hold the volume of the tears to which I still shed. Every night, I still wonder….where did we go wrong? Why didn't he respond to me when I told him that I loved him? That I wanted to be with him until the last sun of my life sets upon the brink of the final horizon, and I have fulfilled all of my days with him! Why did he not respond?

That one night, after what seemed like a very long, strenuous day, she came. She came under the midnight stars. I did not know this, for I was abed at that hour, inside the hut of the elderly priestess. He of course, was on the roof of the hut as he always did. He immediately knew she had come. Regretfully, I was the last to know she had come. Why? That is a question that only steps on the shatters of my would-be heart even more.

I did not know to what point she spoke of. I do not know how long she had been there with him under the moonlight. I do not know why he decided to follow her. It was only when I awoke from sounds outside, that I found out she had graced us with her unwelcome presence. "What is going on?" I asked him scornfully. He did not answer. He simply looked at me with no hint of compassion in his beautiful, glowing eyes. His stern face only frightened me more. I had no idea what he was about to do next.

His sword, the one he had used so many times before to protect my life, came out of its sheath. His sword menacingly pointed at me, while he stared at me with no detection of mercy, nor sympathy. I stared in horror at him. Was he about to kill me? I noticed his eyes did look significantly different. They had changed somehow…But not drastically. I brushed it aside, on account of I had no time to waste; the sword was now threateningly close to my neck.

I cannot remember what had happened after that. I seemed to fade from the world as a dissipating shadow. My subconscious was desperately hoping my tragedy of a life could end there, but it did not. After some time, I awoke in a dark place. Was it hell? Was I dead? No, it appeared to be a cave. I was surrounded in blankets of furs and skins. Was this the cave of my wolf friend? Had he saved me?

I tried sitting up, but found myself unable to, as a sharp shot of pain spread through my neck. I felt my neck to find a deep slash in the thin layers of skin. I could feel the blood was old and dried, and that there was on oily ointment on top of the gash. So my love, my true love really did try and murder me, then leave me for dead! How could I have survived? Why must I have survived? I was left alone to walk amongst the living, with a broken, bleeding heart. I was already succumbing to the immense shadow of depression in my mind. At that moment, I cried. I wept for the man who had betrayed and attempted to murder me. I felt so confused. So many questions swam through my mind. I cried out his name, even though I knew he would not come to my aid. There was nothing left in this, or my world left for me.

"Sshh…Please don't cry," A calm voice told me. I looked around, but only saw the abyss of darkness engulfing me. I felt a warm, gentle hand wipe my face of the vain tears that rolled down. I slowly began to recognize the voice that spoke, and the hand that caressed with care.

"K-Koga?" I asked to the voice. His hand held mine for a brief moment, then fell away to the darkness. I heard the faint sound of water being wringing out of something.

"Yes it's me Kagome," he told me. I felt warm water on a cloth against the wound so close to my throat. "You need to sleep." He was right. I had only been awake for a few moments and already I was emotionally exhausted. I drifted back into a dreamless sleep, only to be awoken by the morning light.

When the morning light bore down on my face, one name could not be wiped from my mind: Inuyasha.

Author's Notes: Well there it is. I'm satisfied with it, although it's the first time I put this much depth into any of my writing. (I had to use a thesaurus!). I will update if you all think it has the potential to keep going. I have a few good ideas for the next chapter, but it's only if you reviewers feel it's good enough to keep going. So please, please, PLEASE review! I warmly welcome any questions, flames comments, etc. as I have stated before. Thanks! –Emily (aka MyLastFarewell)