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Disclaimer: I do not own anything regarding to Inuyasha. The only thing I own is the idea for the plot. Enjoy! ------------------------------- The White Curtain I stood there unsure what to think. So much has happened and still I can't believe it is all going to change. It was spring. The smell of the flowers she always planted could be smelled through the drifting breeze that made it through the windows. The light was shining brightly throught that very window. I could see as the light breezed moved against the curtains, the very curtains that made me freeze and wonder. I don't know why or when it started to happen. It never affected much till recently. Occasionally when I would come home, I would see her bedroom door open. She hardly kept it open. Her bed would be neatly made with her fashion pillows at the top. And, there would be that window, that curtain blowing in the breeze. It made me panic, fear that something might happen. I wasn't sure of what it was till recently. A sigh escaped my lips as I stood, looking to the side at her room. The very white curtain that caused so much problems for me was blowing in the wind. I wanted to pull it down, shred it into tiny peices, but for some reason, I just couldn't do it. There was no reason for it. It was just a feeling that I was having. Still, though, I wanted to blame the curtain. I wanted to blame it for what it did, for what it caused. Tears wanted to fall and so many times I allowed them. It hurt to know that this room would always stay the same. The bed would never be slept in again. The curtain would always blow when the wind blew through an open window. Just thinking about it made my heart ache, made the tears come running down my cheek and dripping from my chin. I hated it and wish this feeling would be gone. However, I knew it wouldn't be. It would never disappear. Foot steps were heard behind me as I stood looking once more. I knew who it was and was thankfull for his presence. He wrapped his arms around my waist, allowing me to lean against his chest. I told him once about the feeling I received when I stood looking at her room, when I saw the white curtain moved. He somehow understood and in a way, it helped me. "Are you okay?" His voice was soft as he leaned down and spoke into my ear. I glanced over my shoulder to look up into his golden eyes. With a soft smile, I nodded. "Yes. I will be okay. She was tired. It was time for her to move on." "True, but she was your mother and you have a right to be filled with such pain." Again, I nodded my head as I glanced over at her room. He was right. He was always right when it came to something like this. I wanted to cry so much. I wanted her to hold me like she did when I was little, but now I realize she can't. She won't be here for me anymore when I come to see her. She won't give me her warm smiles or her loving hugs. All that will be left of her is her memory. Moving from his embrace, I walk over to the bedroom. Gripping the handle, I pull the door close as I block away the hurtfull moments and try to remember all the memories of my mother. Inuyasha stood there by the stairs as he watched me do it. When the door closed with a click, he allowed me to run to his arms and cry, cry like I did when I was just a little girl and would return home after something stupid. "It's alright, Kagome. Cry. She was your mother and you will miss her. We will all miss her." ------------------------------ A/N: Please noticed, that in this story, Kagome is a lot older. Her mother was old and she died of old age. Also, with the scene of the white curtain, my mother's room has the same layout. It happen that I got this idea when I did see the curtain move against the breeze. It was just a warm fall day and I was heading to class. My mother was at work and it just happened that I stopped to look at her room. I had a very strange feeling from just looking at her room, looking at the curtain. Sometimes it just makes me wonder, makes miss the old days. That is where I got the idea for this story. Just remember, Kagome is a lot older and her mother died of old age.
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