A/N: Hey, I thought I'd post a couple drabbles.
The truth is that he never loved her. Never said that he did. She's the one who made assumptions of his feelings and made her own heart bloom for him.
Since she's only a love struck girl, he passes it off, promises to protect her always. She vows to stay by his side, and out of loneliness, he allows it. Her jealousy, he has to allow for that too. Humans have small hearts and short lives, but he already knows about that.
"She's dead," the girl says, holding onto his hand like death herself. "You're alive, you deserve to be happy." He's not.
Selfish is what he is, to take advantage of her warm body at night. He closes his eyes and sees another's face, pretends that it's her arms around him. He covers her mouth during sex because their voices are unalike and betray his fantasy.
"I'm pregnant," she tells him, eyes shining. She expects him be happy about it.
In truth, he feels trapped, bows his head and mutters a prayer for forgiveness. She died so long ago that even her son doesn't remember her face, but it's not Sesshomaru she haunts.
It is her husband.