I was wrong, she thought.
Kagome blinked at her reflection in the fogged mirror of her bathroom, her frown deepening as she recalled her dream once more.
Inside the shikon no tama, she floated in darkness. Adorned in her sailor suit uniform from two years prior, she sat on her knees in the chilling blackened abyss, and panicked.
"I was wrong," she wept into her hands, "This isn't the right wish."
The darkness was gone when she lifted her head from her hands and realized she was upright in the back roads of a neighborhood to her house, this time in her blue plaid high school uniform. The glow of the evening sun setting warmed her skin; a stark contrast to the ice that had numbed her fingers just moments ago in the empty void of a corrupt jewel. Her fingertips were still frosty.
Looking to the sun, she admired the familiar golden hue that overtook the sky. Turning to the alley once more, she lacked the vigilance to recognize the oddity of the serene back roads, the empty streets, and the absence of cars passing by, children playing, or dogs barking. With a single step forward, her vision changed once more.
Now she was seated in a Wacdonald's, surrounded by her friends, all proudly flaunting the same blue blazer and plaid skirt. The three girls gossiped as normal, but the distinct words leaving their mouths escaped Kagome's consciousness, and instead she focused on a father and daughter ordering at the counter.
Guilt radiated through her chest, the ache of loss and loneliness permeating her entire being, pulling her shoulders inward with a soft wince. The pair turned with their meal in hand, and the early afternoon sun rays granted the familial pair an angelic glow around their frames through the window as they passed.
Kagome couldn't pull her eyes from them. The young father appeared almost godly in the glow of the sun. His black hair shined with a silver she felt she should know, and when he glanced her way, having felt her piercing stare, his eyes shone of the sunset. With a gentle lift of his brow, he portrayed his curiosity, but continued on his way, taking his daughter's hand to lead her towards a table across the restaurant.
"kagome?" Eri called to her friend's attention, noticing the far off look in her eyes.
Kagome turned to her friend, snapped from her reverie, only to look dead in the eyes at the deceased warrior priestess, Midoriko. She was so close, Kagome could smell the carnage of demon flesh on the war hardened priestess.
"What do you wish, Kagome?" she breathed into Kagome's face.
And that's when she shot out of bed, slapping her alarm clock with such a force, she was sure her palm would bruise.
Kagome didn't allow herself to wallow, and instead opted to get ready for the day. She could already hear her mother bustling around the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Life waited for no one, she had to remind herself. Fate granted her nothing, especially not certainty.