Five years. Five years had passed since the well closed forever between times. In those five years Kagome had only thought ofhim. There wasn't a night when she hadn't dreamed of him. Kagome had written a book about her adventures in the Middle Ages, with different names, of course, but from a first-person perspective. The book was an immediate best seller in the Fantasy genre and had already sold many times. The book with the title"Reise ins Mittelalter"had an end that her life did not have. A happy ending. The first-person narrator had found her loved one again and everything had turned out beautifully. Why couldn't her life end the same way? Why could she never see him again? Just why?? Why was her life so terrible ?! Why was there never a guarantee of a happy ending? Why could life be so cruel and not grant her a happy life? Why was the wheel of time so cruel?Why was she allowed to get to know her great love first only to be separated from her again? How could fate be so cruel?
The laboriously suppressed tears began to run down her cheeks. She raised her head and looked out the window. She still lived in the Higurashi Shrine. She hadn't been able to part with either the Sacred Tree or the Bone-Eating Well. Without these two artifacts, she would never have met her loved one. As so often, she remembered his face. His golden eyes, his long white hair, his scent ... How secure she had felt in his arms, protected from all danger ... The word "time" did not exist in his arms. She had always wished he would never let go of her. But their arguments outweighed the tender moments. They had argued over every little thing. Now it seemed so stupid to her. So infinitely stupid. Why hadn't she kissed him instead?How many times had she imagined that she would be by his side forever? And now that idea had been ruined. From a stupid well. That was not fair!
Hojo had tried to win her heart, but how was he going to do it? Broken hearts had to be healed before they could be conquered again. And the cure for Kagome's broken heart was the one who would never come back to her. In whose golden eyes she would never be able to see again. He was dead. Sure, he was dead. 500 years was a very, very long time. He couldn't be alive anymore. That was against the law of the time. Even if Kagome's heart cried for it; longed for it. She knew he would never come back to her. Kagome dropped her head back into her arms.
Her eyes fell on two sentences in English.Affections touching across timeandFate of awakening love. Kagome's heart contracted painfully.Feelings overcome time.Fate of awakening love. Why did that fit so damn well on herself and ...him?! Their love was timeless. Yet it was doomed from the start. Hot tears flowed down her cheeks. Why was her life not fulfilled? Why did she have to lose the only man she had ever really loved?
How did death hurt? Did it hurt more than the pain of separation? But wait ... after death there was no more pain. Could she do it? Could she really end her own life to be in his arms again? Could she do it? Could she give up her family and friends for whom she left her loved one?
No. She couldn't do that! That would be treason! She would betray her love if she killed herself now. Then she could never look him in the eye again in the afterlife. Then she just lived her unfulfilled life in order to have him again in death! To be able to live with him in death.That was her greatest wish. The greatest a person could ever have.
She went to the window. The wind blew through her long black hair. Tears began to gather in her eyes again, as they often do when she was alone. Kagome closed his eyes and laboriously swallowed the tears."Stop crying! I can't handle that."She often remembered sentences from him that he had uttered from time to time. Kagome sobbed and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. "Oh, my love ... Why are you not with me? Then I could dry my tears on your Suikan!" Unintentionally, Kagome let out a sniffle. As always when she recalled his smiling, never-laughing face. She would have loved to see him laugh once in her life. She stroked her lips dreamily. Remembered the touch of his lips. How they lay warm on hers and how their tongues had played together ... No man had kissed her again.She had never allowed it. She didn't want to forget his taste; do not displace. That too would appear to her like the most terrible treason. Her first kiss had also been her last. What irony. How often did she think of the feelings she'd felt that kiss. Feelings she would never feel again.
She let herself fall on her bed. She still looked out of the window. Still thinking of who her heart belonged to. His face, his voice, the scent of which she had never forgotten. That she would never forget. She let her body sink onto the bed, her face pressed into the pillow. Her nose sucked in the smell of the fabric. He had slept on it; his head had been on that pillow. Why couldn't he sleep here again? Maybe even ... with her? She blushed at the thought of his lips on her skin. How could she think such a thing ?! He wasn't here and never would be again!He was dead! Entered the afterlife, a few hundred years ago! Tears ran down her cheeks; into the fabric of the pillow."Please stop crying!"Again. He never wanted her to cry. Not even for himself. He had never wanted to see the tears wet her cheeks. She should always have been happy, that's what he liked best. She had to be strong, if only for him! Had she been there when he died, he would have said the following:"Please don't cry, Kagome. I can't handle that. Please ... smile ..." She was not allowed to show her sadness. She owed him that! His golden eyes and his loving, silly manner. All that she loved about him. She conjured a smile on her lips from somewhere and then fell asleep calmly.

"Kagome, my darling, will you come down please? A journalist is waiting for you," Ms. Higurashi called from the front door to the upper floor where her daughter's room was.Kagome slowly lifted her head from her arms. Another press vulture? They all asked the same thing anyway! Wasn't the last ten enough? And just now, when she had to think about her loved one yesterday! So the journalist came perfectly. Sighing, she got up and shuffled down the stairs.
Once at the bottom, she smiled at the journalist who had hidden his eyes under his cap. "Hello," she greeted him warmly. "Hello," he replied politely. "I am pleased that you are receiving me, although my colleagues have probably already besieged you." Kagome smiled. "Oh, well ... It was really a bit annoying now and then, but somehow we always made it." The man nodded. "What's your name?" Asked Kagome. The journalist winced. Kagome paused. Did she say something wrong? "What ... what do you have?" She asked carefully. "Um ... nothing! I would just prefer if my name remained unknown ... I hope that's okay."Kagome cocked his head. A journalist who didn't want to give his name? Was probably new to the job. Kagome shrugged his shoulders." Please, come in, "she asked and pointed to the kitchen Reporter followed her slowly.
"Have a seat," said Kagome, pointing to a chair. When he accepted the offer, Kagome noticed his white hair. She stared spellbound at his hair. Just on it. The rest became uninteresting. "What is it?" Asked the journalist, visibly uncomfortable under her gaze. "Uh ... nothing! I just found your hair so fascinating." The reporter shrugged with a smile. "Uh ... I grayed a little early and gray looked like shit in my young hair, so I had it bleached." Kagome nodded. “Oh.” For a moment she thought he might have made it. But that was just a beautiful illusion.
After a lot of questions, some of which had never been asked, the journalist wanted to get up, but then another question occurred to him.“Have you ever loved someone?” Kagome's eyes widened. Why was it so difficult to answer this question? "Yes," she breathed with difficulty. "But he must have been dead long ago." The reporter asked. “You don't know? Why not?” Kagome swallowed. Why were journalists so persistent? “We got separated and… it's just impossible that he's still alive.” The journalist was silent. "The wheel of time never stands still," he said suddenly. Kagome listened up. What did he mean by that? "But ... you can turn with him until you see those you love again. Hope dies last." Kagome frowned. What did he mean by that? "Haven't you recognized me yet?" He asked as he got up and walked over to her. Kagome jumped up from her chair. "What is that supposed to mean? I don't know you! We have never seen each other! Would you please leave the premises now? Otherwise I'll call the police!" Kagome had palpitations. Could he ... No!That was just utterly impossible! The journalist grabbed his hat and tore it off his head. Long white hair fell on his back. Kagome stared at him. There were ears on his head. A dog's ears. Then he opened his eyes.
[i]Hair like snow
Hair like the night
eyes like liquid gold
Eyes like a deer

What do you love for? In addition, to live with the wheel of time and never lose love!