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[15 OCT] [BLEACH] [SEPARATION ANXIETY]
Title: Separation Anxiety
Day/Theme: 15th October 2010; maybe is a vicious little word
Series: Bleach
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Ichigo, Rukia; IchiRuki
Rating: G
Notes: Post Chapter 423. Angst, of course.
She's gone.
There is no trace of her left. He can't see her, hear her, feel her in any form or fashion. There is absolutely nothing but memories, and even those seem to slowly slip away from him like blades of grass dancing in the wind.
He searches through his room - lifelessly, mechanically - for... something, anything. The closet is ransacked, the drawers perused... he even tries his sisters' room to no avail. The markers and abominable sketchpad are gone, the school uniforms missing, the little pictures and trinkets vanished into thin air. It is in these moments that he realizes he has no physical evidence she had ever entered his life. It feels... cheap, like she is only a footnote in his life and not the one who changed his world - turned it upside down and made the rain go away. This, he thinks, is probably as unfair as it could possibly get.
She's gone and for all intents and purposes he will never see her again until he is on his deathbed. It is a morbid thought to look forward to.
Maybe she'll visit sometime, he tells himself desperately; she'll get a gigai and they'll play catch-up. They'll talk about nothing and everything, he'll comment on how she seems to be getting shorter and she'll respond by kicking him repeatedly in the shins. She'll stay for dinner and throughout the ordeal his stupid dad will make comments that deserve to be acknowledged with nothing short of a clean uppercut. (But he knows these are only impossible dreams.)
It claws away in his chest, how as the days go by he's slowly forgetting the little things - the most important things. The colour of her eyes, the curve of her lips as she smirks, the sound of her laugh, the way Sode no Shirayuki gleams in the darkest of nights... the memories are chipping, crumbling to dust bit by bit even as he tries to preserve them any way he can. The futility of his efforts is painful to admit.
But above all things it's the incessant hoping that hurts the most.
Day/Theme: 15th October 2010; maybe is a vicious little word
Series: Bleach
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Ichigo, Rukia; IchiRuki
Rating: G
Notes: Post Chapter 423. Angst, of course.
She's gone.
There is no trace of her left. He can't see her, hear her, feel her in any form or fashion. There is absolutely nothing but memories, and even those seem to slowly slip away from him like blades of grass dancing in the wind.
He searches through his room - lifelessly, mechanically - for... something, anything. The closet is ransacked, the drawers perused... he even tries his sisters' room to no avail. The markers and abominable sketchpad are gone, the school uniforms missing, the little pictures and trinkets vanished into thin air. It is in these moments that he realizes he has no physical evidence she had ever entered his life. It feels... cheap, like she is only a footnote in his life and not the one who changed his world - turned it upside down and made the rain go away. This, he thinks, is probably as unfair as it could possibly get.
She's gone and for all intents and purposes he will never see her again until he is on his deathbed. It is a morbid thought to look forward to.
Maybe she'll visit sometime, he tells himself desperately; she'll get a gigai and they'll play catch-up. They'll talk about nothing and everything, he'll comment on how she seems to be getting shorter and she'll respond by kicking him repeatedly in the shins. She'll stay for dinner and throughout the ordeal his stupid dad will make comments that deserve to be acknowledged with nothing short of a clean uppercut. (But he knows these are only impossible dreams.)
It claws away in his chest, how as the days go by he's slowly forgetting the little things - the most important things. The colour of her eyes, the curve of her lips as she smirks, the sound of her laugh, the way Sode no Shirayuki gleams in the darkest of nights... the memories are chipping, crumbling to dust bit by bit even as he tries to preserve them any way he can. The futility of his efforts is painful to admit.
But above all things it's the incessant hoping that hurts the most.