It was a simple funeral. It was all that they could afford. Miroku sat silently near the back of the room. He didn't want to see her there like that. Unmoving, cold and pale. Lifeless. He clenched his fists and closed his eyes, willing the sick feeling in his stomach to subside.
He would have to see her. See her and say goodbye. Which he did. Though it was almost impossible for him.
"Miroku."
He looked up from Sango's face and over to Kohaku, The boy's eyes were bloodshot from crying.
"How could you! You left her alone! You promised her to stay with her, and she trusted you!"
Those questions, he had already asked himself, many times since he'd awoken at the party. How could he?
"I know. It's my fault she's..."
"She'd dead. My sister's dead, and you were supposed to look out for her!"
Miroku watched as the boy walked away, hugging his arms to his chest as if he may break apart. He looked back at the body of his best friend. The friend that shouldn't be dead, wouldn't be, if he had kept one promise.
He wasn't going to fool himself any longer. He hadn't sat at the back just so he wouldn't see her. It was also a feeble attempt to hide the burning guilt.
Author's Note: I warned that it was sad. I really felt like writing something tragic. Reviews are nice.