Insomnia of a Broken Promise

A/N: Hello! This is my first one-shot about a character from Bleach who I personally she is very strong. Her life was shattered by the only one she trusted. So, I wanted to write her story. Reviews are accepted and well appreciated. Thanks guys! :D

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How could she?

I couldn't even say her name. The pain never seemed to stop. It felt like an open, bleeding, festering wound that refused to heal. Every time it tried to mend itself, thoughts of her would filter through her mind, re-opening the bleeding mass.

Why did she leave me?

Sleep simply didn't arrive to me anymore. The question taunted me, dancing mockingly in front of me, never leaving me at peace of mind. The question filled my thoughts, day and night, every minute to hour. I was tormented by the single question, pushed, shoved into the inner chasms of my mind.

Was it because I was physically weak?

Instead of sleep, training seemed like the only option. It always took my mind away from the pestering question, from her, even for a little bit. Training, or at least my training, required immense concentration. I couldn't falter. Not when the lingering doubt remained, that she left because my strength wasn't enough.

I hoped, no I prayed that perhaps one day I could surpass her. Perhaps one day she would come back here, as an outlaw. And when the time came, I would show her who the stronger one was. I'd make her regret not taking me along with her.

Was it because she thought I was mentally weak?

After she went, I hardened. I didn't feel anything except the continuous throbbing pain. No happiness. No joy. No anything. Not even the amount of training or improvement from my pathetic subordinates could please me. Of course inevitably vicious rumours spread about my harsh methods. But I no longer cared. The broken promise had shattered the 'old' me. There was a gaping hole where my heart used to be, and nothing could replace it.

What was it?! DAMMIT!!

I tried. I improved as much as I could. I tripled my shunpo speed, I accomplished my bankai, I started inventing my own type of kudo fighting. I was respected. I was feared. I was powerful. Like her. Like her...yet weaker.

I was her copy. She was the original, forever to be superior to me. Promises she made and didn't keep. Affection she displayed that seemed genuine deemed false. Everything I thought she was, was a lie. I knew that, yet...

Soi Fong panted as she replaced her sword into her scabbard. Dawn was approaching. Another day of work, stress and endless pain. Another day without her.

Why did she leave me?

The question hurt. But the answer hurt much more.

Because I wasn't important to her.

Finis

A/N Please review, as it is my first one-shot and I'm desperate to improve. Thanks! :D