I don't won Inuyasha nor profit from writing this.

He gazed at her lovingly as he studied her smooth features. With one clawed hand he reached out to stroke the silken locks that pooled around her in a sea of ebony. Even in death she was beautiful. He didn't suppress the smile that graced his normally stoic face as he thought of the woman before him. She was perfect like this- in this moment- in every way. He loved her more now than he had before and more than he ever would again. She was his opposite in every way even now, but they shared so much. He had fallen for her- loved her- and she would never know. She would never breathe again. She would never look at him again with her stormy eyes. Time froze for her in her youth, and stole from her the life that she was never meant to have. She was gone.

He looked down once more on her peaceful visage, and let one word whisper past his lips, "Magnificent."