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p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"There probably should have been some anger, somewhere inside of her. Kagome knew anger would have been a healthier reaction than the hurt that echoed in her heart. But all she could feel, aside from that tangled web of sadness, was calm. The kind of peace that probably shouldn't have even existed inside of her at that moment, considering./p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"Except that there wasn't a doubt in her mind that she was doing the right thing. Whatever direction things had been headed between herself and Sesshoumaru, clearly that train had left the tracks. And whatever emotion she had allowed herself to feel for the stoic demon couldn't get in the way of her own self-preservation; no matter what she might or might not have felt for him, there was no way she could allow another person to tear her down, especially when she was still trying to build herself back up./p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"Moving about the room, she started to pack up her belongings. It was amazing how after not even a handful of months, the amount of things she had collected had nearly tripled. It would take a few trips to get everything back to her apartment herself, though Miroku and Sango could probably be convinced to help./p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"Maybe this wasn't the best idea in the world, leaving, but it was the only thing she could think of. There would be no resolution of whatever problems lay between them if Sesshoumaru couldn't even be bothered to hold up one half of a conversation./p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"Once all of her clothes were packed, she started on the books and other knick-knacks. It went slowly, but efficiently as she weeded through things she would take now, and those that were less important and could wait until another day. Only when she came to the collection of photos atop her dressed did she fumble./p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"There was one of the two of them. It wasn't a romantic photo, they weren't even touching; but….he was standing next to her, looking down at the small photo she held in her hands, as she grinned. He looked as impassive as ever, but Kagome had slowly started learning how to read those expressions. If you knew how to look for it, his eyes were just the slightest bit softer, his stance only barely, marginally, relaxed. And just faintly, there was a tilt to his lips as he stared down at the picture, too. She knew it was one of the first sonograms they had gotten, and Sango had snapped the picture on cell, later emailing it to Kagome./p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"For a moment, she was tempted to pick it up and take it with her. It was one of the few things she had that held a good memory of Sesshoumaru. But at the same time, it would hurt to look at it every day and know that he had built some kind of wall between them. Sighing, she left the picture where it was and collected a few others, mostly of Shippou and her friends and family./p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"o.O.o/p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"Word Count - 504/p
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