Cause

Inuyasha growled and balled the piece of paper up to toss it into the wicker wastebasket beside him. Dawn was slipping beyond the crown of the forest outside in a wave of bright light, leaving the trees to look like dark, paper cutouts.

Why can't I write? It must be this damn pencil. No! It must be this damn piece of paper!

"Inuyasha..." a ghostly voice whispered.

Snap!

There went his pencil, triggering the awakening of a grim smile.

He saw his...no...their bedroom sitting across the hall out of the corner of his eye. Her side of the bed was empty and neat, while his was worn and well slept in.

God I miss you so much, Kagome...