He's out walking when they run into each other.
She's as stunned as he is and tries to right her balance, not looking away. Wide eyes shine, failing to shield the hurt inside. "Sesshoumaru—"
Automatically, he steadies her on her feet, the heaviness that is his constant companion pressing down, suffocating him in her presence. But he doesn't look away, unwillingly bonded to this moment between them.
She opens her mouth again but can't finish and looks down.
The moment snaps.
He lets go, turns on his heel, and walks away.
The scent of her tears follows him home.
