"I just can't anymore."

Voice breaking, struggling to bring forth more words out of the already emptied heart.

"What?"

Confusion sat in his room. Regret, in hers. Silence enwrapped them both for a few tangible moments.

"No, what do you mean you can't?"

His voice betrays him. Breaking bit by bit. Thoughts rush through his mind. There must be a way to fix this.

Something.

"It's too much. It's always the same. I just…can't."

Yet, nothing. Quiet sobs flow from her mouth to his ears.

"Speak clearly, calm down. Just tell me what's wrong." His voice pseudo-calm, heart clenched yet paced.

Click.

"Hello?"

Nothing.

"H-hello?"

Again, nothing. He didn't understand. Confusion stayed and brought its friends; fear, anger, and remorse. Her love died. Leaving his all alone. Inuyasha stood still. All the strength he began to leave his legs and rush to his chest. Enormous amounts of weight it was never meant to bear, overwhelmed him. He sank back into his bed and stared out into what was now an abyss. Maybe here he could search for answers. Maybe it was here that he could search for the problem. It had to be a misunderstanding, what could he have possible done? Was there someone else? No, Kagome wouldn't do that. It had to be something else. Think hard.

Think!

No.

All he could see was two large chocolate eyes, that seamlessly bore into his very being, time and time again. All he could see was a mouth that smiled freely revealing the prettiest of bones. All he could hear was soft laughter. All he could hear was soft music that seemed to always come from those small hands. These images came again and again, reminding him of the many aspects of her that he missed and needed very badly. What was he to do?

He went through their last day together in his mind. She was somewhat distant. Her eyes didn't meet his as often, and her speech wasn't as lively. Why didn't he say anything then? Why hadn't he held her then? Why hadn't he kissed her a little longer then?

After much thought, he called back. No answer. He left a message, "I can fix it."

He only managed to get a few words out with each message.

"Please call me back."

"Let's meet up and talk."

"…just…just a little big longer, won't that be okay?"

Each message was a little more tender. He didn't dare to call her again. His voice kept betraying him. He wiped his nose and stared back into his abyss, searching for all that he's lost.

Night had fallen. Everything around him moves. No one cares for the heart that has been abandoned. Inuyasha, still dazed, was beckoned from another room. The baritone call rumbled as it drew near Inuyasha's room. A tall dark figure with impatient red eyes appeared at the entrance. It was as if all his fears have morphed into a living being.

"Do your ears not hear?"

The voice from the doorway trickled. Inuyasha's mind was too engulfed with important things. Before he knew it, his body was lifted up and tossed to the other side of the room. Even this sensation seemed to have no effect. He lifted his eyes to the figure.

"What did I do?" his already trembling voice crackled.

Staring up at him was a disoriented little boy. His big questioning eyes shivering. What is this? Sesshomaru shrugged away the curiosity,

"Get yourself together. We have business to attend to."

He then slipped out of the room. Not letting any thoughts distract him from the mission to come.

Inuyasha grabbed his face and wiped away the sweat from his eyes, never admitting they were anything more, and tried to get up. His body wouldn't move. He cursed himself. Yelled. Rolled over and pushed himself off the ground. Opened the window. Jumped out, and ran for the only thing he knew and grew to love. His body felt weak. His stomach was empty. He smelled atrocious. Before he knew he was on his knees again.

"What are you doing?" the baritone voice filled with concern.

Inuyaaha lifted his eyes and made out the image of what seemed to be his father.

"Boy, rise on your feet." The voice said.

It had to be father. His brother would never use such endearing terms. Inuyasha struggled as he tried to get on his feet.

"You, get him some water and something to eat." His father stated as he yanked up his son. He sat him down on the patio.

"You stay in your room for a week. Now you're falling out of windows?" he stated as he took a seat across from him.

Inuyasha was feeling too weak to respond. A week? Had it really been that long? It felt like it's been only a moment ago. A moment ago he had her. A moment ago he lost her. His head heavy from sorrow and lack of strength he let out a sigh.

What was he to say to this boy in front of him? He wasn't quite sure. His wife was always good with these things. Was he to be tender? Was he to rebuke? He watched as a servant placed a cup and a small dish in front of his son. His youngest son. Who smelled like misery and must. He watched as the boy drank slowly from the cup.

"You're not allowed to go back to your room." Eyes stayed on the boy.

"Finish up and take a shower."

Inuyasha didn't respond. His drink tasted like grease and his food like sand. As soon as he finished he stood from the table. And headed towards the house. After a long lather and rinse, he stepped out to find an outfit laid out on the towel bar. He slipped on his clothes carelessly and walked out. Hair dripping here and there. Legs wobbling. What was he to do now?

"Kagome." He whispered.

Her very name seemed to have brought him to his knees.

"That's what this is about?" A disappointed sneer came from the far corner of the room.

"Fool."

Footsteps came towards Inuyasha.

"How pathetic." The disappointment replaced with faulty self-pride as he was now looking down at the boy.

"Leave him be, Sesshomaru." Their father commanded. "I have something special in store for you."

Sesshomaru obeyed knowing better than to anger father. Inuyasha sat there in silence. This became a habit for quite a while at home. Silence smothering him, keeping him away from those around him. He'd leave silence at home and befriend anger and apathy as they showed no mercy to those who dared to cross his path. He had no one to turn to. He had no one.


A/N: I might change my name from psychopathcoolgirl to AMJ21st. I couldn't help but to write these again.

Heartbreak is a terrible thing, I've heard. Hopefully you've enjoyed this little exert. I know I have. I even made a little playlist to go along with my story. I'll publish more later. I do love this story.