Kagome felt it coming again.
That slow burning dread that snatched at her heart and crawled over her best laid defenses in the dead of night, when no amount of denial or excuses could stop it from consuming her. It pained her.
Sitting up in her sleeping bag, she stared at the sky in broken resignation. Kagome knew the feeling well by this point, even if she lacked the courage to give it a name.
Inuyasha had left again.
For Kikyo.
Somehow, this no longer surprised her. The pain, however, remained.
She wondered if it would ever leave.