He'd waited too long. Six months, to be exact.
Standing in front of the tombstone, holding a bouquet of white roses, he read and reread the inscription over and over. He'd already visited her family, heard the story. She had never seen the car coming, and he wasn't there to save her.
"Sorry Kagome, maybe next time we'll have better luck, keh?" Laying the flowers across the gravestone, the silver-haired hanyou brushed tears from his eyes.
"I'll miss you. Hell, I think I'll join you soon. After 500 years, the only thing keeping me going was the chance at seeing you again." Inuyasha crouched next to the grave, ignoring the jingle of his cell phone that signaled his brother was getting impatient.
"Love you Kagome." He touched his neck, where the kotodama and locket still hung. Moving his fingers to the skin, he knew that he would never bare a mating mark and would never want one. "I'll see you soon."