Disclaimer: Don't own Inuyasha so don't sue!

PROLOGUE:

I never will forget that look upon your face

How you turned away and left without a trace

But I understand that you did what you had to do

And I miss you…

No Kami-sama please let it not be!

Inuyasha was running hard; his mind was in a mess and all he could think about was Kagome and how events had turned out. Tonight had got to be one of the worst; firstly it was one of those nights. He glared at the moonless sky and felt fatigue kick in. Fuck this stupid body! He growled menacingly but urged himself to keep running. He could not slow down, it was too important to let go now.

He finally reached his destination and literally dragged himself up the steps to her apartment door. "Kagome, open up I need to talk to you!" his fist banged noisily against the wood. Silence greeted his demand and he gritted his teeth. Come on Kagome he thought frantically, realising that there was no way she was going to open the door. He was about to yell again when another door at the other end of the hallway opened with an old woman looking quite annoyed at the disturbance.

"She's not in there." Her voice was soft despite the expression upon her face.

"Then where is she, old hag?" he growled impatiently.

"She left about an hour ago. She seemed to be in a hurry." Inuyasha snorted and glared at the door. A hurry eh? Where would she want to –?

He froze. "No, it couldn't be… she wouldn't…"

He kicked the door down and stumbled into her apartment, stiffening at the sight of books, music CDs, ornaments littering the floor. NO! He entered her bedroom and noticed her closet doors wide open; hangers dangling without her clothes, pairs of shoes missing, lotion bottles gone… then his eyes rested on her bed and the rectangular mark imprinted upon it. Clenching his fists, he fell on to his knees, shaking uncontrollably.

For a moment, he continued to stare at the mark as if it fascinated him. Oh Kami-sama, what the fuck have I done? He finally got up to pick up her phone, listening attentively to the speaker at the other end of the line. Afterwards he stood before her open window and stared blankly into space.

She was gone.