The air was crisp and chilly, as if the weather itself objected to what Kagome was about to do. But what else was she supposed to do? No one offered her any comfort, Miroku and Sango were off in their own little world, Shippou was to young to bear such pain about the person he thought of as his mother, and Inuyasha? Please. She maybe suicidal, but she wasn't stupid. That ass-hole would let her fall faster than a hot potato. After all he now had Kikyou, who could do Kagome's job the same, even better thatn she could ever hope to do. Kagome's pale brown eyes sweeped over the little area she had found. Good enough, she supposed. It was behind thick thorned underbrush, and had a rusting bench in the middle with morning flower vines covering most of the back of it. Perfect. Now that she noticed it, most of her life had been centered around clearings. She plopped down with a sigh on the bench.'Things are just so....stupid.'She touched the blade in her pocket softly. Was she really going to do this? Was living a

life without love worth living? Was it a life without love? Impossible. There is just no such thing as happiness, well, at least not for Kagome, anyway. Sadly she looked into the dimming sunlight, knowing that something would happen. The one thing that bothered her the most that she was leaving at least two people behind that she thought loved her, Shippo and Souta. Though after her mother was arrested she and Souta would most likely be seperated into foster familys, and the well... It would end up like any other dried up well. Kikyou could take care of Inuyasha, Miroku could take care of Sango, Kaede could take care of all of them including Shippo, Souta would have a nice foster family, the police would have mom, and Granpa would be dead. Perfect, no one needed her, no one wanted her. What a wonderful world.