With the doors closed, the well house is dark, but magic still stirs.
Kagome closes her eyes, sinks down against the ancient wood. She can't explain it just as she can't explain so many other things, but she feels closer to him here, even with him centuries away.
Or…
"What are you up to?" Her voice is no more than a whisper, but it fills the old, dusty building, calling out to things unknown and unseen.
Frustration and melancholy blend cruelly in her throat, and she chokes. "I miss you."
And it's strange to acknowledge when she knows he's here.