So here he was dressed in some horrible suit from her time, looking at a picture standing on a wooden box that contained the body of his friend, love and his world. He hated wearing these clothes but he would have done anything for Kagome and he was going to do it now at her funeral. Everyone here seemed to think they knew this beautiful angel but they didn’t, they had no idea.

As they lowered the coffin into the ground he couldn’t help the tears escaping his eyes, he hadn’t even bothered to wear his hat and no one actually seemed to care, this was it she was finally gone.

The funeral itself was lovely with friend of Kagome giving little speeches and her favourite music being played but nothing could help the hole that was slowly forming on his heart now she was gone.

As he looked down on her marble grave he couldn’t help but smile, she had a beautiful picture of her and the group sitting next to it which her mother had put there, and he picked it up and felt a bit warmer. He knew she would always watch them which ever era they were in, because that’s just what she did. And he could have sworn that when he turned to return the gang, he saw a faint outline of two women smiling at him then at each other. One looked remarkably like his own mother and the other was Kagome he was sure of it but when he looked back they were gone, and so was the hole that had been left in his heart.