Hello, all! I am so excited to begin writing again. Her is a quick piece that I just whipped up, but if you like it R&R and I'd love to expand it! I'm a little rusty, but don't give up on me. (Also, I do not own the cover photo for this story and would like to give the artist proper props so if any knows who the artist is, or better yet is the artist, I'd love to recognize you for your work.) Hope ya'll enjoy!
-SilverMist1996
"Hey babe, I'm home." Kagome called out as she entered the quaint foyer. Placing her keys in their usual spot and tossing her ebony flats onto the sleek hardware floors. She listened for Miroku's typical response and concluded that his silence meant he was in his office working on his latest piece. Inaudibly she headed towards the bedroom, thankful that she'd gotten off of work an hour earlier than normal. The door was closed, unusual because the couple lived alone together. The couple had just celebrated their first year together as husband and wife, but Kagome could never quite get used to the sizable rock on her ring finger and thus out of habit fiddled with it as she opened the door to the bedroom. The scene before her made her blood run cold and her face hot with anger.
Miroku lay flat on his back. His hair undone from its usual low ponytail and face obviously flushed. Tangled in his arms laid a lithe body barely covered by a thin sheet and long, loose hair. They were asleep. Blissfully unaware of the turmoil happening within Kagome. She shook, unsure of what to do next. Unable to scream, or move, and barely able to breathe as the scene embedded itself in her mind. And then, Miroku's eyes fluttered awake and a guilt ridden look spread throughout his amethyst eyes as he began to sit up, stirring the women in his arms awake. "Kagome," He began, "I'm-"
"I don't want to hear it, Miroku." Kagome choked out as she fumbled to remove the ring. Shakily she looked at the beautiful diamond encrusted wedding band and all of the promises it once symbolized before throwing it at Miroku and quickly exiting the room. She ran down the stairs, quickly slipping on her flats, and grabbing her bag and keys before getting into her grey Honda Accord. Unsure of where to go, but desperate to get away, Kagome drove with no clear direction until she was felt her lids grow heavy with exhaustion. Pulling up to the side of the road, she parked, rested her head on the wheel, and succumbed to mourning the loss of her marriage and best friend.