Trigger Warning: depression, self-harm, character death.
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.
She could feel the storm rolling in. It was still a long way off, she had time to get to shelter. She should have gone to shelter, it was going to be a heavy one.
Instead she stayed where she was, leaned back against the base of their old tree. In the summer it would have been thick with leaves, the foliage providing enough cover to keep her relatively dry. But it was winter, the leaves were gone and the branches did little to stop the rain as the storm broke over her.
Looking up to the sky she closed her eyes and let the chill water pour down on her. Soaking her clothes, and chilling her to the bone as her limbs began to tremble, trying to keep her warm.
Still, she sat, soaking up the freezing water. Because not even the frigid winter storm could compare to the cold emptiness in her heart. She had lost count of how many days it had been since she last saw him, since he had last whispered her name in that voice that was only for her. He had left, and nothing she could do would bring him back.
So she stayed. She stayed until the storm had passed and the sun had faded away and night had fallen. Stayed with the cold that crept closer and closer to her heart, until she heard familiar footsteps approaching their tree.
And there he was, silent and still before her. She stared up at his face, greedily drinking him in, the pain of it breaking her frozen heart all over again. "I thought you weren't coming." She whispered, before letting her eyes drift closed one last time.