(Present)
These are the days that never end.
Kagome laid in her dark apartment, longing, needing. It was days like this, however, that never ended, and unlike others, she could not bring pleasure onto herself.
Kagome cried on nights like this because she didn't have the heart to be with someone else; she knew she couldn't.
She could never fall in love with a human because she was immortal.
It was too late for her; she could not go back in the past; he made sure of that.