Her heart catches in her chest.
They're looking at each other, blue pinned to gold, silently contemplating. And Kagome suddenly can't breathe.
So, this is…
"Miko, are you alright?"
Kagome licks her lips, still staring. "Yeah."
She's heard about it, of course. Years of girlish daydreams left their mark, the imprint of quixotic wonder echoing throughout her body. But those starry-eyed daydreams begin to melt away, and what is left is the essence of what is real.
It was hidden before under the pipedreams, but now that they've peeled away, now that they've breathed their last…
Her soul stakes claim.
