Kikyou wants to cry, wants to laugh, for she wants him, needs him, yet she can't bear to keep him with her. She knows that they would've been happy together.
But she knows if he goes with her, he'll be happier. And who is she to begrudge him that?
After all, who would choose cold clay and false life over warm flesh and genuine existence?
Once upon a time there was a boy named InuYasha and a girl named Kikyou, and a world of love between them.
Now, there is only a porcelain doll and a half-demon, both disoriented and heartbroken and shattered.
No more fairytale. Only reality.
Only hell.
But she still loves him with all her heart. Being reborn hasn't changed that. Facing her reincarnation hasn't changed that. Trading her flesh for stone hasn't altered the passion that still burns in her soul, forever flaming and never relenting. Her soul is her own.
Whether she was from the past or the present, she was a woman in love. He was her first, her last, her everything. She could begrudge him nothing. She could give him everything.
If that meant her pain, so be it.
She can feel the chains loosening, spiraling to the ground, as finally, she is free. And for the first time in a long, long time, Kikyou smiles from her heart.
