They eat.

Dress.

Pack.

And when the time comes to say goodbye, it's harder than before.

They stand in front of the cave, the smoke from their extinguished fire drifting out of the mouth and spiraling on the after-storm zephyrs. Kagome watches them, hyper-focused on the wisps as she delays the inevitable, and she can't help but think that they float away like ghosts. Only, these ghosts are remnants of the past.

A past where there was another love.

A past where he was her enemy.

"What are you thinking?"

She looks up and smiles. "That we can't predict change."