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A/N: Last chapter folks! I was quite surprised that you all liked this story so much—you must all be on crack ^_^

Even if you are all crazy, I still love you all for reviewing me! Thank you so much! :-D

BTW: Present Tense, all. (The real kind ^_^)

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Epilogue, Part Six: Far From Now…

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There’s a place for us,

Somewhere a place for us.

Peace and quiet and open air

Wait for us

Somewhere.

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There’s a time for us,

Someday a time for us,

Time together with time to spare,

Time to look, time to care,

Someday

Somewhere.

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We’ll find a new way of living,

We’ll find a way of forgiving

Somewhere.

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There’s a place for us,

A time and place for us.

Hold my hand and we’re halfway there.

Hold my hand and I’ll take you there

Somehow,

Someday,

Somewhere.

            -Somewhere, West Side Story

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…far away from now, I’ll see her again.

Hold her.

Kiss her.

Tell her I’ve missed her.

Tell her I love her still.

…but not now. Not when life was starting to be pretty again.

I’ve done as she requested: I moved on with my life, found someone new to love, raised a family, and lived.

Looking down at the silver, unadorned ring on my pinky finger—the piggy that went wee wee wee—I stroked at the warm metal, something that has become habitual.

It was her ring, the one that she gave me before she died.

“I want you to wear this to remember me by…and it’ll remind you of your promise to me,” she had said, gently placing the slip of silver onto my pinky—the only finger that the ring would fit on.

Sighing, I looked up at the blooming magnolias in all their white splendor, the thick, green leaves stirring in the breeze and large, stray petals falling softly down like snow to the ground.

For years I had mourned her…shutting myself off from the world. But I had stopped…

…because she would have wanted me to.

Kagome was a smiling person. I had told her years before I didn’t smile too much because I scared people.

Don’t ask me how. Apparently I just did.

She had liked my smile though. Told me I looked “dashing…”

I’m at the point where I have stopped sobbing from just thinking her name. It’s more like the dry heaves now.

Kidding. I’ve just been too spent after her death—I was left devastated.

Time, however, does heal all wounds. There are scars, of course, that hurt and bites at you under certain conditions…

…such as today, the anniversary of the day she passed away. I had visited her grave with my children and wife, whom is very understanding of my devotion to my first love. She held my hand, told me that I was a good man, and left for home when my youngest daughter complained of cold.

I had stayed behind, preferring to linger and sit on the ground, the wind seeping in through my clothes. I had stayed for an hour or so, finally finding myself back here again, in the park, on the red, fading bench, reminiscing about long ago.

Long ago, when there was a boy. Long ago, when there was the girl who lived in a yellow house on the corner.

Long ago, when they were in love.

…but…those days were gone.

I try not to dwell too much on the subject since it usually leaves me dejected and my family worried over my mental state.

However…sometimes, on days like these, when the wind is cold and the sky is a clear, watery grey, and the world is quiet…

I like to sit here under the magnolias.

And I like to think of her, and what we had. And I like to think of far away from now…

…when we can be together again.

Somehow.

Someday.

Somewhere.

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A/N: That epilogue was just to show that he moved on with his life—I didn’t want it to end with just Kagome dying. ^_^;

I hope everyone enjoyed this story…it was fun to write, strange as that may sound considering I went trigger happy with my gun o’ angst.

Sorry that I didn’t mention the guy’s name. I just think the story has more depth if I don’t. However, quite a few of you assume it’s Sesshoumaru. :-D If you want to know the truth, however, I was thinking of four particular characters while writing ‘Girl at the Corner’: Sesshoumaru, Houjou, Miroku, and Inuyasha. (and sometimes Bankotsu) The guy in the story was a mixture of all of them…but I want you readers to come to your own conclusions and choose the guy you want. It’s fic for everybody! ^_^;;;

Heh heh heh…oh, btw: I’m taking a holiday. A long one. I’m going to finish ‘Fidelity’ first, of course (I might be changing the name of the story) and I’ll be working on ‘Living in a Fairy Tale’ sporadically from now on. But it WILL be finished. I hope. -_-

I’m such an irresponsible author…sorry folks. O_o

Thank you to all that have reviewed me for this story. ^_^ If you haven’t reviewed, can you drop me a line or two considering this is the end? It would be very nice to have acknowledgment for my efforts.

*huggles readers one last time*

‘Ta Lovelies

PS: I confused myself more than once in this story so…yeah. Don’t mind me. ^_^;;