He ran away from her; her tears, her body, her love. He couldn't stand her, couldn't stand being near her, while there was a still a chance to bring his lover from the past back. The lover who wanted him to become a human for her sake. The lover who wanted to go to Hell together.
His heart yearned for them both. Kagome was right there in front of him; loving, willing to accept the fact that he was a half-demon. But there, shrouded in the mist behind her shoulder, was always the figure of his love from the past. Her face glared, and her hand tugged at his soul, begging for him to come closer.
He stood, undecided, at the two faces of the women. Women he loved. Women who had two parts of his heart. He couldn't move; he was rooted to the spot. Determined to hurt neither of them. Yet they tugged at him, and he swayed like a willow tree in the breeze, back and forth.
Yet he stood firm. Determined to hurt none, he would only sway for the winds of fate, would only move for the tug on his heart, would only be pulled by his yearning for love, companionship, and comfort.
