"It's not you, Kagome," the handsome man sighed, "you're a wonderful woman."
Kagome angrily wiped away her tears and gave a cold, bitter laugh. She had been the ideal lover – she was faithful, she valued their relationship, she was great in bed, and she was financially well-off. Thinking back, Kagome now found herself extremely naive. When Bankotsu first requested for a serious talk, she had expected him to propose. She would have said yes on the spot – she loved him a great deal, after all.
"You're too good for me, Kagome," Bankotsu was an honourable man, he did not enjoy this anymore than Kagome did. "You deserve someone better."
"That's bullshit, Bankotsu," Kagome managed to say in a quivering, but harsh voice, "you're just tired to fucking the same woman."
Bankotsu clenched his jaw, her vulgar language had always been one of his pet peeves.
"Take care, Kagome."
With that, Bankotsu left Kagome alone in her bedroom. She waited a good while after he was gone before she started sobbing. She wrapped her arms around her chest tightly as the pain intensified, and managed to stumble onto her bed. It felt as if a thousand needles were piercing through her heart. She buried her face into her pillow in a useless attempt to muffle her sobs. The newly bleached pillowcase soon became damp, the tears were sure to leave a stain.
Finally, kami-sama took pity on Kagome and allowed sleep to temporarily relieve her sorrows.