I can finally see; that you're right there beside me.

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Meteor Shower

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(5 months after Rukia's departure)
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Kurosaki Ichigo sat on the rooftop of his house, staring up at the dark sky. It was past midnight, the sky stretching across, pitch black with tiny little stars scattered across, the way a diamond looks when it was completely crushed and spread across black silk.

He was tired. So, so tired. His eyes ached as he stared up at the countless stars and all he wanted was for sleep to claim him, but to no avail. The nightmare that had kept him awake so far kept playing over and over in his mind, and it boggled him. He couldn't sleep.

So, he had taken a glass of water and headed up to the roof, where he had been for the past fifteen minutes, his mind wandering through random thoughts; sort of like he was wading through deep water; ultimately focused on a certain person whom he desperately shut out of his mind during the day.

It was rather disgusting of him, he thought. Rather stupid, rather shallow of him to think that she had been by his side for so long, yet his eyes only opened and realization only dawned on him when she was taken away from him, permanently.

Ichigo looked back up at the sky, his eyes widening slightly as he watched a tiny scene unfolding in front of his eyes, tiny stars seemed to fall from the sky.

Meteor shower?

Ichigo looked down at the glass of water in his hand, watching tiny ringlets appear in the water. He turned the glass slowly in a circle, staring at the Chappy rabbits dancing around near the base of the cup; this was a Chappy glass that Rukia had bought long before her departure. There had been two of them, but one had shattered, becoming a victim of Ichigo's temper. He remembered that event well, and frowned slightly, the feeling of disappointment rising in him. He looked back up at the sky, remembering the last time he had looked up- when she had left through the senkaimon, bittersweet smile decorating those delicate features.

Ichigo gave the smallest smile at the thought of her's, brown eyes looking up wonderingly at the meteor shower, tiny star-like objects falling from the sky like raindrops on a window, and decided.

Rukia was a meteor shower. Distant, beautiful, impossible to reach. Disappearing into the blackness of the night, leaving him with bittersweet feelings.

Ichigo closed his eyes, his grip on the glass tightening slightly.

(Please don't let me go; I desperately need you.)