Note: Kouga and Kagome just scream angst, right? Right! Hope you all enjoy!
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Nicked Wood
Despite it all, he did not deserve this.
He never expected her to come to him, or for her to follow. He never asked her to stay, but still she did, regardless of threats from different levels to unmentioned extremities. She had comforted him every night with a warm meal and entangled limbs, always her own invitations. He did not ask.
He did not deserve.
Of course, he felt could he deserve her love, but not this charade she tried to fool him with. He could tell that the smile never reached her eyes, that the lingering breath after every kiss was keeping an old love alive. He knew his hair was silver when she ran her fingers through it, that his name was not Kouga when she whispered it late at night.
In his heart, he had wished many times that it would happen, that she would grow to love him. He couldn't admit to himself that she had already given it away, but he knew. He knew it when he heard the sobs she thought were hidden. He knew it when her brown gaze shone amber in the sunlight, days when she spoke vaguely of romance, her wistfulness so endearing. He knew it the moment she stumbled across him desperately and clung to him with pain. He knew, but he tried to keep it a secret from himself, the same as her.
Kouga knew that Kagome had died already, her heart carved in an old oak tree above a grave.
But he didn't admit it until she was gone.