I'm sitting outside her house, when a boy walks up to me. I don't have to look at him more than once to know that he must be the one.
"You." I say, and he blinks.
"Yes?"
"I've got a story to tell you." I whisper, but I know he hears me.
"A while back, there was a girl who would walk up to me everyday after school and say 'There are many things I'd give my life for.' and then she'd tell me one of the things, and after she told me, she would always say, 'But now that I've spoken it aloud, it doesn't seem all that important anymore.'
And everyday, like clockwork, she'd come up to me, with a different reason, and then always dismiss it. But then one day, she walked up to me and said . . .
'There is one last thing I'd give my life for now. I'd die to know he loves me . . . and now that I've spoken it aloud, I think I'll do it.'
And that's the last time I ever saw Kagome Higurashi."
A/N: Micro fics are fun. And I managed to keep this one under 200 words (it's 180, nix the author's notes).