"I'm sorry Sango, but it looks like we're out of time for today."

Sango hadn't realized that in the midst of telling her therapist how everything all started out, that they had ran out of time. She stood up and grabbed her bag, giving her therapist, Mrs. Arabella a quick smile.

"Yeah, I guess I lost track of time." she said as she was making her way to the door. She never felt comfortable telling people how she really felt, let alone letting them see the true her.

"I expect to see you back in my office again tomorrow, same time." said her therapist. "I still think rehashing everything will help you understand why you feel the way you do and figure out what your next steps will be."

"Sure," Sango nodded, reaching for the knob. "See you tomorrow."

As she stepped out of the building, she could feel the hot sun, blaring down on her shoulders. It was supposed to be fall, but it felt more like spring. Sango was never a fan of heat, but today it felt nice to feel the sun on her face, she felt like she could breathe.

As she stepped off the curb and started down the street back to her place, she couldn't help but let this familiar feeling consume her. Love.

**Past**

"You've got a nice place." Miroku said as he closed the door to Sango's apartment. He couldn't help but look around, he was intrigued. "Thanks...I just moved here not too long ago." Sango replied, setting her keys down. She turned and faced him, hands gripping her bag tightly. "Thanks for...walking me home and again for what happened on the bus." she said as she looked down at her feet. She considered herself to be an odd girl. Her confidence had been shot, one too many times. Miroku looked at her, with his hands in his pocket and took a breath and shrugged, "No, it's no problem. I had to make sure you got home safe. You really shouldn't be out there by yourself at night..." Sango let out an awkward laugh, while shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "I'm a tough girl...I can handle myself." Before Miroku could make a comment, Sango looked up and sighed. "Do you want something to drink?...Or to sit, maybe...?" Taken slightly aback, Miroku nodded and smiled. He thought she was cute. There was something about her that made him feel like a moth drawn to a fiery flame. But what did he know? He had just met this woman, not even 2 hours ago. "Make yourself at home." Sango said as she pointed to her living, while slowly backing up toward her kitchen. "Drink?" "water is fine." He said as he sat on her sofa. Sango nodded and headed towards her kitchen. Her braining racing a thousand miles per minute. "Get a hold of yourself!" She thought to herself, "yeah, so he's cute. No way in hell he would ever go out with someone like me. And plus, love and me don't mix well...Shake it off, girl." She stood in her kitchen for a while, drifting off and daydreaming about Miroku. Oh, she wanted to allow herself to fall. Attempted to fall, but she had been hurt so many times, she couldn't bare to allow her heart to break again. She didn't think she would be able to handle it. She couldn't help but think about his eyes. They were so warm and magical like. How was that even possible? Is it possible to fall for someone you never met in your entire life? She wondered what it would be like to feel his lips on hers. She owed it to herself to let her mind run wild, to let her thoughts of him consume her, in a sense. She could feel her face turning bright red as her heart started to race. She could feel her body melting, as if she was surrounded by a welcoming ray of sunlight. It was almost painful as she stood there, thinking of the 'what if's' and maybes. At this point in time, she hadn't realized how long she had been in the kitchen and didn't hear Miroku walk into the room. "Are you okay...?" He asked as he walked through the door and stood a few feet from her. Startled, Sango accidentally dropped the glass of water she had completely forgotten about in her hands. "Crap!" She said taking a step back as the glass full of water broke in front of her. Red faced, she quickly bent down to clean up her mess, while scrambling to find the words to answer him back. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm, er...just really tired." She said, letting out a small chuckle. "Let me help." Miroku said, bending down in front of her to help her pick up the glass. Looking up at him as he helped her, she could smell his cologne. She was surprised she hadn't noticed it before. "I'm tired..." She said softly, as she put the broken glass back on the could feel her heart skipping beats and this frightened her.
"Right...Right, sorry." He said, "I should be going anyways. It was nice meeting you, Sango." he continued as he reached his hand. "You too, Miroku." She replied as she reached out to shake his hand. She watched as he left, letting out a sigh of release that he was finally gone and that she could finally think straight. Thinking she would never have to see him again, she tried to put everything behind her and continued with her night. She was able to get some work done and got ready for bed around 10pm. She didn't lie, she was actually tired. But she couldn't shake that feeling, that urge of wanting. This was one of the reasons why Sango wasn't too fond of love, itself. Once you got hooked, you were hooked for a while. And sometimes, it just makes love hurt that much more.

**Present**

Sango sighed, continuing her walk home. She couldn't lie to herself any longer, she couldn't deny her feelings any longer. She had fallen in love. Deeply and madly in love with Miroku. What had she done? How could she have been so stupid? She had been so guarded with her heart, that she let her one and only true love slip away. It made her feel sick to her stomach. She couldn't go home, her house held too many painful memories. She couldn't bare to be in that house without him. At this point, Sango had stopped walking and paused. She couldn't tell if she was going to be sick or just had a bad case of anxiety attack. Either way, she had made the decision that right then and there, she couldn't live life without the one person she loved the most.

His touch, his smile, his laugh. How could anyone live without that?! The way he makes her feel, anyone would be an idiot to let that go.