Introduction
Kagome sat in the field of fresh summer grass, Inuyasha lying beside her, facing the opposite direction. Inuyasha staring at a flower, Kagome began,
"Did you know, Inuyasha, that when you pick the pedals off a flower, and say: 'loves me', 'loves me not', you can see if the person that you are picking the pedals off for loves you?"
"Feh, what kind of stupid myth is that?" Kagome smiled very weakly, and raised her pack,
"I need to leave for a bit. I'll see you a bit later." Inuyasha not having looked up laid his head on the grass. Taking in the setting of the beautiful field. He still took all of it for granted though, having a negative look on life. He picked the flower obstructing his vision, and having a feeling of waste began to pick the pedals off.
"She loves me, she loves me not. She loves me, she loves me not. She loves me-" Inuyasha was about to pick the last pedal, "She loves me?" Inuyasha sat up and looked toward the well and saw Kagome harboring the same weak smile tasting her own tears,
"He loves me not." She muttered to herself before jumping into the well.
Of all of the death and misery Inuyasha had faced, it was the hardest to see Kagome cry. Her salty tears were acid to a loved one's heart, especially when Inuyasha was the one that caused the pain. Although able and willing, Inuyasha couldn't get up. He couldn't move. The feeling in his legs was gone. He could hear her cry.
Inuyasha clenched his fists, and opened them again, finding that the innocent flower had acted as his heart for all this time. He crushed it so that another could be happy, the flower for himself. The last of that love. Blank thoughts drowned his dull eyes,
She loves me. He loves me not. falling over to the ground again, Inuyasha silently picked another flower.
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