Her heart had hurt so, like a poisoned chain had wrapped around it and was constricting, tearing, practically begging for pain. She looks at her reincarnation's eyes, those innocent, life-filled eyes, that accuse and pity her simultaneously. Eyes that say I'm sorry, eyes that say I understand your pain, eyes that say Why are you still here? It's my time now. You've had your chance. Eyes that say rest in peace. I'll take care of him.
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.