A/N: A tale told in drabbles. Five updates Mon-Friday, breaks on the weekends. Please read, review, and enjoy Lord Taisho's Bride-Procuring Extravaganza.

Goodbyes

Miroku waits at the well when she arrives, an uncharacteristic somber look on his face. "So, that's it, then?" he asks.

She swallows and nods.

Miroku sighs. "I knew this day was coming. Sango, too. You hardly visit us anymore and you barely speak when you do."

She hangs her head. "I'm sorry, Miroku."

He manages a smile. "It's okay," he says, strained voice. "You're our best friend, Kagome. Go back to your time. Enjoy your life, fall in love. We'll miss you."

She hugs him, and he pats her back with shaky hands. "I'm afraid I'll come back," she admits into his shoulder.

"Then go," he urges. "Go now. I can't promise I won't try to make you stay."

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