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Summary: It had come as such a shock. She killed herself in front of everyone, and a few choice people had to deal with the guilt brought on by her death. So it was no surprise that everyone believed that they'd seen a ghost when they met Kagome.
Warning: AU and OOC.
She just had to stop drinking. It was causing her to be so much more depressed.
She stared at spot along the opposite wall for a long minute before raising the lip of the bottle to her mouth and taking a drink. The amber liquid didn't taste particularly nice, but it dulled her senses until all that existed was the smell of boiling blood and burning flesh.
She leaned back in her couch and replayed the gory scene over again.
Coal black eyes piercing her very soul, melting hands reaching for her, unnaturally red lips forming her name as she tried to reach him.
She sighed. I didn't matter anymore, or, at least, it shouldn't. He'd been gone for a long time now.
Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to get off the couch and walk to the bathroom that had been un-strategically placed too damn far away.
She staggered into the small room and threw herself by the tub. She turned the knobs to create the temperature she liked and forced herself over the rim to feel the pounding water on her clothed body.
The room was dark; and, until she had found her misplaced lighter lying beside the edge of the tub, she hadn't been able to see. She lit the cinnamon scented candle that rested on the broad rim of the tub and inhaled the upsetting scent of her dead lover.
Her hand lightly scraped against the tiled floor as she searched for her package of cigarettes. She found them and tugged one slim stick out of its box and held the end over the candle.
She raised the cigarette to her lips and inhaled deeply, relaxing her tense body when she exhaled.
It was times like these, when she knew that fire would destroy everything she ever knew.
The first few chapters will be an introduction to the story. Sorry it's short.