To Not Forget
While the wind whispered, Kagome stood still as its fingers slipped beneath the fabric of her top to smooth up and down her back. She looked on intently at the Goshinboku standing tall before her and waving feebly under the ferocity of the wind. Then her eyes fell to observe the spot stripped perfectly of bark, the tiny, gapping scrape and all. A cluster of white petals suddenly fell from the sky and swept across her skin like a flurry of butterfly wings, brine lightly staining their fragile tips.
Reluctantly, her eyes swerved to rest on the tiny well-house nearby.
I will never forget you Inuyasha. Never.