.o.O.o.
Her friends moved on without her. They married, mated, and lived their lives to the fullest. Their lives were filled with wonder and joy. They were where they belonged.
That was more than what Kagome could say for herself.
She could not move on. She was incomplete. Her death took more out of her than most people could ever understand.
She loved her own family dearly, but she was so detached from the rest of the world. She did not feel like she belonged anywhere, past or future. She had no actual purpose in either time.
Her cheeks were wet despite the sunny day.
.o.O.o.