When Miroku came back, Sango thought he was acting strange. He just walked by her, no preverted comments, no....nothing. Something had to be wrong. That night, while he was asleep, Sango sneaked into his room. He looked stiff, with the same neutral expression that he had ever since he came back. She touched his arm, but pulled her hand away quickly. He was ice cold. What had happened?
Sango decided to investigate.The river looked normal. Then, she fell in.
The water was cold, so cold, that she could not move. As she sunk further and further, she thought. What HAD happened to Miroku? Why can't I move? Why was I so worried about him anyway? Then, it dawned on her. I... I.... I LOVE HIM!

Miroku was enjoying his sleep. Not neccisarily enjoying it, because he couldn't feel. But then, he felt a stabbing pain in his heart. All he could think about was Sango. She needed his help. Acting on his instincs, he ran for the river. He saw something floating in the water. He dove in.
"SANGO!" He yelled, looking for her. He found her, deeply submerged in the ice cold water.
He did everything he could to keep her alive, but in the end, all he could do was hold her, trying to warm her up.
She opned her eyes slowly.
"You're ok..." She whispered. "I'm glad."
"It's ok..." He cried, trying to convince himself more than her. "We're ok."