*Cafe by Destiny

And This Is Where It Starts.

It was a small café but no less grand than any and if one were to ask she would have said it was the best around. But today the coffee wasn't right. No matter how much sugar she added each sip seemed bitter. There was no point in drinking so instead she stared into it. Long midnight black hair, falling around her and the cup, creating a curtain of solitude. She was amazed by the coffee's clouded depths and how much it reminded her of her self. And there she went again dwelling on all the pain from lost times when she knew it wasn't what she should have thought of at all. Glancing out the window a moment she stared into the sun. How unfair that it shone so bright and warm when her heart felt cold and lost.

"Excuse me miss. Would you like anything else?" The interruption startled her out of her reverie and she peeked up at the waitress doe like blue eyes portraying her unawareness and surprisingly pain. Sighing a bit the green eyed brown haired woman slid into the seat across from her. The girl, or so did this waitress assume, opened her mouth to spout some excuse but was shut down before she could. "Don't give me that bullshit that everything is fine because you've got the streaks to prove the lie." Said girl pondered that for a moment and came to the realization the waitress had meant tears. Reaching up she touched a cheek and felt another drop slide over her finger. Now when had she started to cry?

"I'm sorry," her eyes almost begged for forgiveness, "I didn't mean to seem as though I had the intentions to lie. I just..." but there was nothing to say that would cover up this truth. Pushing her hair back in frustration she eyed this waitress warily. Why did she care about what was going on with her? She was staring at her almost knowingly; was that pity dancing behind those eyes? No, she couldn't confide in someone who didn't know her. Someone who couldn't possibly understand no matter if she thought she'd had her own similar situation. There was just no way. No matter how bad she felt she needed someone to talk to. "I don't think that what I'd have to say would be that important. Besides, it's a rather long story."

"Don't worry about it." The waitress reached over and gave her hand a pat. "I never took my lunch break and I get off in ten minutes. Murray won't think a thing of it." That wasn't what she'd meant. She could have cared less about this woman's working time and if she had spare minutes to listen. She hadn't requested her company and sure as hell wasn't planning on pouring her heart out. Chuckling a bit the waitress pulled her brown hair up into a lose ponytail. "I know I must come off a little weird, huh? My mother always said I was twenty minutes ahead of myself. I don't know. You just look like you needed to talk. But if I'm bothering you," the sound of the chair scraping against the tile floors sent a thrill of panic through the girl.

"No." She found her hand reaching out on it's on accord grabbing for the older woman's but only catching air. God that feeling was too familiar. She'd just met this lady and she'd already driven her away. "Please. Stay. I'll talk. Please?" She sounded pathetic in her own ears and that even more recognizable pitying look the woman swept her with and that small upturned smile made her feel just a bit worse. 'Kagome, don't you think you should just let it go?' Was it that easy to let go of something when it was the only thing you knew?

"Okay." The waitress sat back down. A large amount of air, that she hadn't realized she was holding, escaped from her lungs. "Rebecca James." That woman's hand reached out again for hers and she slowly let her own hand be taken in by the grasp.

"Kagome. Just Kagome." And from there her story began.