He had been human once. One of those little idiots. Milling about their everyday lives, unaware of the massive forces in play around them, unaware of the fact that at any moment their very existence could be obliterated. They wouldn't even leave a smudge on this world.
Sometimes, in the endless night when sleep eluded him, he would wonder what it was that had tied him to that pathetic world. What that terrible pain was that prevented him from passing on. Whatever it had been, he was thankful.
The possibilities made his head spin. An unspoken world of "What if…?"
So, um, this is the very first thing i have published. It's my attempt at a 100 word drabble from Grimmjow's point of view.
Reviews and crit would be appreciated... Im new to this ^^