1095.73 Days Without You

It was 5:00am on a Thursday and the fluorescent numbers on Kagome's alarm clock beamed at her from the nightstand. Today was the fifth day since she and InuYasha purified the sacred jewel. It was also the first time she got a full night of sleep and the first time she dreamt about the final battle. Kagome closed her eyes and the red light from her clock mingled with the static behind her eyelids. Those numbers were the brightest things in the room and they left hazy blotches of color on the walls, the nightstand, the desk, the carpet—everything. It reminded her of InuYasha.

And there were so many reasons for the color red to remind Kagome about InuYasha. She reached a hand up to her shoulder. Even through the thick material of her pajamas, she could feel the rugged scabs he left behind. Why, out of all of the memories she gained from that last battle, did her mind conjure up that one? InuYasha spent three whole days in the darkness searching for her; she couldn't run away from him again.

Opening her eyes slowly, Kagome stared at the half demon's usual spot by the wall, adjacent to the window. She wasn't really focusing on it just loosely realizing how InuYasha hadn't always come home with her. Letting her hand fall back onto the comforter, Kagome wondered if it would have been okay for InuYasha to be here. Seeing him after that dream? Kagome would probably cry.

Maybe it was better that he was giving her some space.

When she glanced at her alarm clock, it was 5:02am.

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A/N: I'm always reminded about how wonderful writing what you want is during the school year. This was such a welcomed form of procrastination (and I hope the wait was worth it!)