It's like a dam breaks, and Kagome unloads the grief that has concealed itself inside of her since they became more intimate.
She laughs. Cries. Slams her fist against the couch in frustration at the unfairness. And in the end, she buries her face in her hands, unsure if her shaking breath is a sign of relief at getting it out or just more anguish.
There's silence and then the sound of Mama's teacup clattering against the table.
"Is it worth it?" she asks quietly.
"Yes." Kagome feels her tears start again. "But I'm not the one getting left behind."
