She cries herself to sleep.

It's stupid, or at least she feels it is. There are much bigger things happening around her. But the missed opportunity tears at her soul and destroys her peace. The small respite that comes with the rain has become her lifeline.

And she misses him. She misses him so much, and it's scary. Confusing.

Turning over in her sleeping bag, she wipes at her face and closes her eyes.

A gentle weight settles on the side of her bag, and a clawed hand tangles in her hair, smoothing it awkwardly as she sniffles.

"Damn, Kagome."