Bittersweet
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His heart ached as he gazed down at the sleeping form in his arms. She looked so innocent, so…happy…
Miroku traced the contours of Sango's face with his hand, memorizing every feature, brushing strands of hair away from her sweaty face.
Above, the stars twinkled brightly, heedless of his wounded heart. Kami-sama, he loved her.
He didn't question why tonight of all nights she'd said "yes." He only thanked heaven that she had.
His whole body throbbed from the widening kazaana. It would be time to run soon.
At least he'd experienced his heart's desire before it consumed him completely…