It has been 25 years since I last ventured out to face a world without her. I lock myself in day after day, staring at the ring she left behind. The ring I gave her.

How long ago was it since she last laughed with me? When she last looked at me with her pretty, gray eyes that had never failed to make me warm? I remember them still, in my mind, the happiness that never left and the twinkling that always reminded me of the stars on the night I proposed.

What had I done since then, but mourn her? Rin was dead, killed by youkai when she ran away from the truth of my beloved's death. Jaken, long since assassinated. I look out the window, and all I see is she, standing on the cliff above the sea. The wind plays with her hair as I long to do now. She turns around as I walk up behind her, and a smile just for me radiates off her pure and innocent face. Her eyes crinkle in merriment and she turns around to greet me. I can see the soft swelling of her pregnant belly and she follow my gaze and her laugh rings out, as clear as silver bells. She rests her hand on her swollen belly and cocks an impertinent eyebrow at my smile.

Suddenly, the skies turn dark and thunder peals with a vengeance in the background. Her face, dark with fear; her pitch black hair whipping with the savage wind as she struggled to close the distance in-between us. I reach out to her but something is keeping her far away from me. I can only watch, as powers outside of my control throw my beloved from me into the wild sea below, her scream careening off the sheer walls of the cliffs.

I cursed the fates that day; for bringing her to me only to force me to lose her, for making me suffer so much pain, for teasing me with a bone that would always be taken from me. Her absence created a gaping hole in a heart I had no right to possess. I could not even use the Tenseiga; her body, gone. And for the first time since my mother died, I cried. In the unholy storm of evil, I knelt on the cliff in the grass and cried for what was taken from me so suddenly. A person, a girl, who had broken through all the barriers I sought to erect against her, who had loved me for who I was, was suddenly torn away from me, never to return.

Years went by, and rumors spread that I had died. Servants began to leave, as no orders were forthcoming. My lands began to disintegrate as lesser youkai bit chunks off in an attempt for power. Yet even now, many years later, the loss, the sorrow at her disappearance still haunted me. I felt that I took part in her death, that I had somehow played a hand in the sudden storm that took her life.

But as I think upon her happy face, I wonder if she would really wish that I waste my life away, mourning. I could see her shake and admonishing finger at me and tell me to get on with life, even if it is without her.

So, I am writing this now. A short letter to smooth over my conscience and to pen down words that I only wish I could show her. Tomorrow, I set out to make my mark in history once again as the Great Lord of the Western Lands and to honor her memory in my heart.

I miss you.

Kagome

Your beloved,

Sesshoumaru
I do not know why I wrote this.It was just that I did not want to type up my other story. This was totally spontaneous. I have no idea where it came from, but I feel that it was extremely OOC. I am so sorry.I did not mean to torture your minds with my inadequacies. I know it was horrible.

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