Enjoy, just a super short story I wrote out of extreme emotion recently. Poem and characters by Kubo Tite-sama, praise him for his wonderful works!
The deep wounds
It had been in her heart since that night, the guilt and sadness. The rain and her tears rolled down her cheek with a drop of his own blood on her pale complexion. She could only stand there, avoided looking at him.
It was her fault, yet he thanked her. She never wanted this to happen but the rain still washed off the dirt and blood. It didn't wash away her insecurity from all of those years, though. The isolation from her friend, and her brother. It couldn't wash away the happy times with him, and his wife. It couldn't wash away her own disgust with herself, or his passing.
Resembling the deep ocean
Kaien was her teacher, her mentor. She was just a subordinate. Their relationship was regular- normal. That was what she found with him, what he gave her. He said he would be there even if he died, and he did.
But he apologized for doing this, thanking her for stopping himself when he was no more in control.
The crimson sin
It was her sin as she stood with him in her arms. It was her sin for being a coward, running away from him at the first sight of his glowing eyes- inhuman eyes. It was her sin she came back, but being useless.
It was his sin for revenge, his wrath to kill the hollow. He colored his sin with crimson blood, the only blood being spilled on the ground. All he could see was red, trying to avenge for his wife, her idol. It was because of that hollow she was gone.
Leaving no colors like death
He really was dead. She let her katana pierce right through him, letting the blood rush into his lungs. The light was gone from his eyes, looking bleak. His body had already began to deteriorate. She could see no colors, everything looked black. His usual spiky dark hair was sodden, clinging to his face.
There was nothing else- he was gone. Both of their hearts were colorless, and she could only feel numb in the rain with his body.
The deep wounds, resembling the deep ocean
The crimson sin, leaving no colors like death