Kagome dreams.
And in it she's with him. She spends her days by his side and her nights in his arms. And in between, there are snatches of moments that burn like love, instill peace, and color her world in the kaleidoscopic shades of a happiness she has not yet known.
But the vision changes, and suddenly the phantasmagoria decomposes into browns and greys like a dying rose, sucked dry of its brilliance and beauty.
That rose quivers, and she watches it fade into an ancient well.
Her well.
She's terrified and reaches for his hand.
It sucks her in.
