Kagome tucked her daughter in after a warm bath to combat the cold rain she found herself in when she suddenly returned. Both mother and daughter went to the ground, Tacori in tears. "I'm sorry momma," She kept saying over and over. Kagome didn't know what happened in the past, and honestly, she was too tired, too scared to broken to even ask. It didn't matter anyway, not now. But she could not help but wonder if Sesshomaru ever took her advice, she could not help but wonder if her past self was just as sad and lonely. She wondered would they know their daughter?

She shook her head as she held her daughter tight, it didn't matter the past was the past and this was now, and she knew one thing for certain she didn't want her daughter to know the pain she did, the pain she fought every day. So as she sat in the rain on the ground, Kagome began to glow "I'm sorry," She whispered to her daughter. Tears streamed down her face as pain once again to over. She removed these memories from her child to save her heart.

Now her daughter laid in bed nice and warm and content, not remembering any of it.

But Kagome did his touch, his voice, his confusion. It made everything on her worse. The young part of her wished she could have stayed, wished she could have leaned into that man. Kagome touched her lips as a tear slipped past her defenses.

She wasn't sure if her daughter returned of her own will or if perhaps something had happened. Regardless it was too late to ask now, and it didn't matter; it would have no effect on them. Kagome kissed the only part of her past goodnight and turned off the light and made her way to her room. It was dark like everything seemed to be in her life. Her friends were gone, and all she had was this life. She knew she would have to do something about the well. She knew why she kept it open, but if she ever wanted closer, she would have to close it for good. But closing it meant the end.

Kagome looked out her window and decided now was as good as any time.

Neverminding the rain, she walked to the well house and opened the doors. It was like her heart. But just like her room, it was dark, oh but the smell. She walked down the old steps and placed her hand on the rim. She should have done this a long time ago. At one time this well would open at the will of her heart, but now it was closed just like her heart, and she would seal it for good.

"Forgive me," She whispered as she ran her hand across the wood.

Crossing over to go after her daughter took all she had. It made her tummy turned with fear. Of course, they were founded as she came face to face with him. It took all her power to stand strong. Seeing Inuyasha was a needed break, the look on his face when he realized she wasn't their Kagome was priceless. She was happy to see him, even if it was for a moment, even if she knew in her time he was no longer. She didn't hug him for many reasons.

But the pain was too much now, and she refused to let her daughter feel it. She had been ruled by the well for too long. She knew if she didn't remove the memories and close the well her daughter would feel this pain, this void too. She would seek this well like her life depended on it. Like her heart was there. She would feel the need to jump in over and over, feel suffocated as if her heart was so deep in water that she could not reach it.

As a mother, you have to protect, and this was the only way. Tears streamed down her face as she summed her power and waved it over the well, sealing it for good and not even her own power could undo it now.

Outside the rain turned purple as she sky cried with her.

Kagome heaved in pain, and then she let it out and cried. She cried till it hurt deep down. Then she dried her tears, walked up the steps and back into the rain, rain she didn't even notice was purple.

A pair of eyes watched her, saw her clenched jaw, smelt her tears. He never meant to cause her this much pain, never wanted their daughter to feel sorrow.

He was hoping to see her smile at least once, but why would she. He wanted to go to her now, but what good would it do? His daughter would not remember him, she would never forgive him, and even if she did love him, she would never be his. He wanted to be selfish. Time was so long now. His duty to the element done, his children grown, but it had all been a slow buzz after she left him.

This was his fault, his pain, his punishment. Now all he could do was see her, watch her, smell her and punish himself forever, and the purple rain was his reminder lest he ever forgets.

In the past, he loved her, told her everything a second chance at what was right all because their daughter had her mothers heart.

But here and now in the purple rain of the future that is unbound to that past, all he could do was close his eyes and let the rain mask his tears and hope that one day she would see the purple rain and say his name for one that day he would come for that would be the day he longed for.

The day she would choose him.