AN: This is the last chapter. Please do not ask for more.

Kagome was cooking breakfast for herself and her brother when there was a knock at the door.

"Sota, can you get the door?" she called out as she flipped a pancake.

"Sure!"

She heard his footsteps pounding down the stairs and a small smile played on her lips.

About ten seconds after she heard the door open, Sota entered the kitchen. His normally smiling face had turned serious.

"It's for you, Kagome. I'll take over the pancakes."

"Um… Ok," Kagome said as he gently pushed her out of his way. She suddenly found herself missing the days that he was shorter than her.

As soon as she left the kitchen, she saw Miroku standing in the hall, the front door closed behind him.

"Miroku?"

"Kagome," he responded with a slight nod.

His expression was solemn, his voice even, and Kagome feared the worst from this unexpected visit.

"Is something wrong?"

She noticed Miroku stiffen ever so slightly. She met his gaze and saw utter despair. Her heart sank.

"Did something happen to Sango?"

Miroku lowered his gaze to the floor. He hadn't realized it'd be this hard.

"No. Nothing happened to Sango."

Kagome just stared at him. She knew he wanted to tell her, otherwise he wouldn't be here, but with every passing second, her dread and fear increased.

"Miroku! What happened?!"

Miroku lifted his head, and Kagome was shocked into silence. Unshed tears now glistened in his eyes.

"We should take a seat."

Kagome nodded and led him to the living room. She took a seat on the couch, expecting Miroku to take the recliner, but he sat on the coffee table right in front of her.

"Kagome," he started, taking both her hands between his.

It was silent between them for a moment. Kagome was surprised to see a tear roll down his cheek, and she felt her own eyes misting over.

"Kagome… Sesshomaru…"

More tears fell down his face and his throat closed, halting his speech.

"What, Miroku?"

Again, Miroku dropped his head, unable to look at her.

"Sesshomaru what, Miroku?" she cried, panicked. The first tear rolled down her face. "What's wrong with him?! What happened?!"

"He's dead."

It was barely a whisper, no louder than a low exhale. But it was loud enough to shatter Kagome's world.

"What?"

She didn't want to believe it. She must have heard wrong.

Miroku raised his head and looked her in the eyes.

"I'm sorry, Kagome. We got the call this morning."

"No. No! He can't be dead!"

She yanked her hands out of Miroku's and jumped off the couch. Her cell was out and calling Sesshomaru before Miroku could react.

RING! RING!

"You have reached the cell phone of Ses-"

Miroku grabbed her cell and closed it as he pulled Kagome to his chest.

"He can't be dead. He can't be," she kept repeating as she cried into his shirt.

"I'm sorry," Miroku whispered softly when her sobs quieted. "He asked me to give you something."

He pulled a white envelope out of his pocket and handed it to her.

"What is it?" she choked out.

"Sesshomaru was very secretive, Kagome."

She nodded and held it close to her chest.

"I'd better go. Sango isn't taking this well either."

He turned to leave, only to stop a few feet away.

"One more thing," he said without turning around. "He asked that you forgive him."

Fresh tears stung her eyes and wet her cheeks.

"I already did."