She called to him.
She called, and he heard.
I watched as he turned to go, to leave me and return to her.
As much as we'd meant to each other, as much as we still meant to each other, I knew then that the moments I could steal with him would be just that - stolen, fleeting.
Despite the feel of his arms around me, and my lips against his; despite his pretty words, the ones meant to tell me how dear I am to his heart, there will always come the inevitable moment when he leaves me behind to return to his new life.
The life without me.
Another short one from me, this is Kikyou's POV set just after the events of anime episode 23/manga chapter 77.
Thanks go out to Nabob and KaguratheWind for reading things through for me.
Disclaimer - None of it's mine, hell the idea isn't even terribly original.
