I found a bench nearby wherever I currently was, and sat down. I was in tears. In tears over the stupidity of all of this. I trusted him, just to get my heart broken. Most of all, I was crying because for the third time, I lost Inuyasha.

I was an idiot, and more than anything, I knew it. Maybe I was overreacting. Maybe he was right. Maybe…We just weren't meant to be anything other than enemies.

The unwritten rules were what had always thrown us together and we always made it a point to stay apart. This year, fate was against us, throwing us together in every way possible and making our emotions fly and by doing that, getting us confused. Inuyasha and I are two different people from two different worlds, and that's clear to me now.

Everyone can see me, but no one can really see me. Everyone can hear me, but they can never hear me. Inuyasha…he could see me, and hear me, and break me. He was the only one I could trust with my secrets and the only one who could make me stop crying. When girls were out with just the girls, I was with Inuyasha. We were attached somehow to the point that we could feel each others' pain. We could be alone but never really be alone.

We, as in together. You can't make we, without him and I and we just aren't fitting anymore. We'll never lose our connection, but we've already lost each other.

"Kagome?" I heard someone call.

I turned around to see Sango. She sat down next to me, not looking at me.

"Inuyasha?" she asked, and I knew exactly what she meant.

"He saw me with Kouga and got all possessive like he used to," I explained, more tears racing down my cheeks.

"Can you blame him?"

"I just don't understand. He knew Kouga and I were close to becoming an item, but then he…"

"Did you ever take the time to think about what was going through his mind?" she questioned further.

"No," I admitted.

"You've got to think of who you want more, the guy you've known and loved your whole life, or the guy who is just now entering it."

"But we…I just…He never…I can't…" I paused, thinking. "I need to go talk to him don't I?"

She looked at my tear stroked face and nodded.

"I'd say that I know what you're going through, but I've never had anything this close to me be torn apart piece by piece and then slowly be put back together. Inuyasha…he understood this stuff, didn't he?" she asked, trying to relate.

"More than you can image."

I got up and turned towards my friend.

"Thank you, Sango," I said.

She smiled at me as I started to walk off…towards home.

The next day, I woke up early and headed over to Inuyasha's house. I spent all night thinking about everything Sango said, and I realized what we both were missing. I don't know why or how our hate turned back into a friendshipish state, but it felt like old times…though we never used to fight.

I rang the door bell and Izayio answered.

"Hello dear," she greeted me. "Inuyasha's upstairs."

I nodded and headed up the stairs of the house that I used to practically live in. When I got to Inuyasha's room, I knocked lightly on the door.

"If its Mom, or Dad, or Shesshomaru, go away!" he ordered furiously.

I opened the door a little bit.

"You forgot about me," I whispered.

His face started out with confusion and ended with anger.

"Get out," he said strongly.

"No," I said quietly.

"Get out," he said again with a little more strength.

"Inuyasha please-"

"I said get out god damn it," he yelled getting up off his bed.

"We need to talk," I stated.

"No. We don't."

"Just listen."

"I don't want to," he said stubbornly.

"Inuyasha-"

"You have no right to say my name."

"Please just-"

"Get out!" he yelled.

"I broke up with Kouga," I whispered.

"I-" he stared at me blankly for a minute before what I said registered. "What?"

"I broke up with Kouga," I said again.

"Why would you do such a stupid thing like that?" he asked me, only half yelling now.

"Because I saw how much it hurt you," I admitted.

"This isn't about me!"

"Isn't it?"

"No!"

Everything went silent for a minute while we both stood there, staring at each other fiercely.

An unknown tear spilled down my cheek even though I didn't know why I would cry.

"Don't cry," Inuyasha ordered, taking his thumb and grazing it over my cheek, erasing the tear.

"Why not?"

"Because Kouga was right; you shouldn't cry over me."

"But I never cried over you," I stated weakly.

Inuyasha gave me a confused look.

"I cried over what I lost," I clarified.

"What did you lose?" he asked curiously.

"Us."

Within a second, his arms were wrapped around me, holding me to him. I relaxed into the hug and laid my head on his chest.

This was what we were missing. We were missing our love we had for each other. Not love as in relationship, but love to be able to keep the other whole.

I tried to pull out of the hug, gently, but Inuyasha let out a growl and held me to him tighter. I smiled at his actions. It was obvious he missed this too, so I just hugged him back, enjoying our closeness.

"What made you come here?" Inuyasha asked, still not letting me go.

"Sango," I said, simply

"That sneaky little backstabber," he mumbled. "I'll have to thank her later."

"You, thanking someone?" I asked sarcastically.

He kissed the top of my head and pulled me away to look me in the eyes.

"You're right, you can thank her for me."

"Glad I have you back," I said as I pecked him on the cheek. "Now let's go eat," I suggested as I took his hand and led him down stairs to the smell of breakfast.