AN: The very last part to this.

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.

At the End of Every Road

Messiah

The very last moments of her past life were quite clear in her memory, and she doubted they'd ever leave her. The final blow and that was that. No longer could she awake to see the faces of what she regarded as her closest friends. She wondered if after all this time they still remembered her…Still thought of her.

She shook her head quickly. It didn't matter anymore. They could think and dream of her all the time but the past was set in stone.

As she lay in her bed, thoughts of what their futures would end up to be entered her mind. Surely the monk and demon exterminator would end up together. The child was probably growing up into someone successful and smart. She could foretell that he'd own spacious amounts of land. And what of the hanyou? She closed her eyes in deep thought.

Was there a future for him? She highly doubted there was one for her, even if she could study hard and get into all the top universities…It wouldn't matter. She had glued herself to what could never be.

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She never stops dreaming of him try as she might. Once she hands herself over to sleep, thoughts of him prowl around the edges of her unconscious mind, daring her to relive her memories of him. But she doesn't mind thinking of him every now and then. He was her first love, was he not?

But their relationship had been strained from the start, and it remained that way till the very end.

She might as well give up.

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A nightmare was storming in her mind, tearing her insides out. She wanted to scream as death plagued each and every person she had come to know from the past. But it almost killed her when she saw the hanyou die in the most tragic way possible, in a form that was not himself.

She was almost sure she was reading the future of the past and there was nothing she could do but watch.

Because of this, she hated herself. She cursed herself for living, for breathing.

Guilt had manifested itself deep within the crevices of her heart. She had let them down when she was supposed to be the one to bring light. There was no excuse for what she did, and she would never let herself accept what she had done inadvertently.

And so when sleep claimed her mind and body, it claimed her soul.

The messiah has finally reached her end.