The evening is quiet, and she sits beneath the Goshinboku, watching the sunset as autumn winds whistle through the boughs above.
It's what she needed.
Kagome sighs, knocking her head back against the trunk. The sky is brilliant, all burning pinks and oranges. But too quickly the colors remind her that some things are fleeting, and her peace shatters.
One day, he'll be alone.
Grief hits hard and quick, and Kagome struggles to breathe, tries to inhale—
Spider lightning crawls over her skin.
She gasps, head snapping up, and branches suddenly rustle above her. But she sees nothing.
Her eyes narrow.