She slid to the edge of the bed groping the darkened bedroom floor for her clothing. The chirping of various insects came through the window, the night was still dark, nothing had changed.
He too sat up fingers gingerly grazing her right shoulder while she unconsciously leaned into his touch "stay" escaped his lips unbidden.
She froze, for a split second, eyes wide with surprise. Then, bed creaking as she stood, she turned to look at him.
"I'm not one to stay, Miroku" Her eyes fell from his face "and you're not one to keep me" she whispered.
His heart which had dashed to the edge of his lips fell to his stomach.
He knew there was too much here, he was embarrassed for bringing it up now. The pit in his stomach wouldn't go away and his eyes stung so he hid from her in his pillow.
Her pink cheeks and downcast eyes to the wall she finished dressing, never looking at him. There was nowhere to go from here-it had been a mistake-they both knew, so she left, and that was the last time.