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[Character(s) Kagome-centric

This is a collection of non-related drabbles dedicated to the character Kagome.

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Title: Birds of Sorrow
Character(s): Kagome-centric
Universe: Alternate
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Introspective. Sad.
Word Count: 350
Posted to: iyficcontest LJ community
Theme: Sorrow

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There were birds on her shower curtain. She stared blankly at the monochromatic, simple stencil patterns and wished. 'I want to fly away.'

Faceless, nameless birds. Creatures that were not even significant enough to warrant fully drawn features. She so wanted to be one of those right now. She didn't want to be kneeling on the floor of her bathroom while wave after wave of overwhelming nausea wracked her body and forced her to relive dinner from the night before.

She wanted to be in bed, sleeping. She wanted to wake up this morning and go to work.

She wanted to blend in. For once, she wanted her days and nights to be unimportant. Plain. Insignificant.

She wanted.

She wanted.

She wanted.

She wanted her husband back.

Feeling a sudden flutter in her stomach, she smoothed her hand over the still flat skin. It wouldn't be that way for long. The little plastic early detection test had assured her of that. After reading the results, she had slid to the floor, and she had yet to notice how cold the tiles were against her now numb feet.

A sob wrenched its way from her already sore throat. Red, swollen eyes forced out a few more tears.

This was to be her happiness now. Somewhere deep inside her womb, there was a life she was only half responsible for forming that she would have to nurture and raise alone. It wasn't fair.

Nothing was fair anymore.

With a bitter laugh, she wondered why she had ever believed that life was supposed to be fair. 'You're too naïve, Kagome.' That's what he would've said. She could almost hear him saying it now. He would have mocked her for attempting to see the world in such an optimistic way - all the while doing his very best behind her back to keep her vision untainted.

Looking up once again, she sighed at the boring birds. They looked heavy now. Burdened with their loads of sorrow.

Still, there were lots of them, and there was only one of her. 'I want to fly away.'

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A/N: I felt like trying my hand at something sad. It's not something I often attempt, so I needed to stretch my wings a bit (no pun intended).