"Tell me," she swallowed. "Do you regret it? Us?"
Her shoulders sunk, her dark eyes dismal in fatigue, and her voice laced with uncertainty.
It occurred to him, in that instance, that it was probably the first time that she was anything less than perfect for him. In all the years he'd known her, and in all the years they'd been together, she had never once allowed her faultless mask to slip away. Now ... now she allowed it's dismantling, letting it rest at her feet along with the many pieces of her carefully guarded heart.
The air around them stilled, heavy with grief, and the many different forms of it harmonized in a tragically beautiful tune. The sky dull with a minimal embellishments of stars.
"No, never." He spoke in candor, without any hesitation as he took a few cautious steps forward, before finally pulling her into a meaningful embrace. "I could never regret what we had, no matter what." The woman encased in his arms, slowly wrapped her thin arms around his torso, breathing in his familiarly rugged scent.
Familiar... He was so familiar to her. She liked familiar, she liked the comfort of all that was familiar, she liked the sense of stability it gave her.
And that was what made this the most difficult.
His tender grip around her only broke her heart even further.
Could she really walk away from the only man she'd even known? Could she actually leave him behind?
Forfeit him for something entirely foreign?
Suddenly, an image of toffee eyes and a dimpled smile flashed through her mind. And then she knew.
Still quivering, she lifted her head, her eyes connecting with his glorious amber gaze.
This was goodbye.
His head sloped forward while hers tilted towards him. Their lips met in an innocent kiss.
"Thank you." She smiled, and he grazed her cheek with his thumb to gently wipe a silver tear away.
Releasing a strangled breath, she readied herself for the crowning moment, the symbol of their parting ways.
His hand opened in expectation, before closing once a light weight was dropped into it.
Her ring. Their ring.
"I hope he makes you happy."
With eyes still watery, and her smile a hybrid of sweetness and sadness; she gave his hand one last squeeze.
"Goodbye Inuyasha."
"Goodbye Kikyo."
A/N: Well that was fun. I just felt like writing a short drabble. Although, I really should be writing chapters for my other stories instead. (cough)