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I can't feel it.

In fact, I can't feel anything at all. The rain keeps falling down on me and soaking my hair and clothes…but I don't feel it. This is how it's like…to be dead? T.V. makes it seem glamorous or interesting to be a wandering ghost when in fact that's all you do after you die.

You wander around.

Once in a while you'll bump into someone on accident or maybe on purpose. Of course they can feel it, unlike the spirit that person ran into. Not too much fun to prank some kid if you can't feel anything in the end. Well, maybe you don't care, but that's just pranking. When you die you keep your memories and emotions. You'll want to touch someone you care for on the shoulder and say: "I'm here."

You'll want to be able to feel the heat passing off from their shoulder to your frozen hand. Take my advice, live as long as you possibly can. Say what you need to say and when you need to because once you're gone, no one will be able to hear you. I didn't do this too well myself, but I didn't also know I was going to die two days after telling my mom I would rather live in hell than be with her and being too stubborn to apologize to her. Life is unexpected, but hopefully, she knows I didn't mean one word that came out of my mouth.

"Sweetie," I read my mother's lips, "can you pass me the soy sauce?" She asked my younger sister during dinner. After my death I've learned really well how to read lips, so some days I'd watch them through the window see what they're talking about. They once talked about me, but I think they're trying to not think of me, because I bring them pain.

"Can we visit her sometime soon?" My sister asks

"Maybe this weekend." My father answers before anyone else has a say in it.

"But I'm not at the cemetery…" I whisper, placing one hand on the glass, "I'm right here." I must've started crying then because my sight got blurry.

"So tell them." A voice says behind me.

I turn around in shock. Someone actually could hear me? It was a boy. He looked about twelve or thirteen and maybe a little short for his age. Although, that's not the first thing that caught my eye. Nor was it his silvery-spiked hair, or the black kimono he wore while carrying a sword with him. It was his eyes. His…beautiful, shining, icy turquoise eyes.

Mysterious

That's what I call You

I'm curious about You

I'm scared and not sure that You are safe

But Your eyes seem to say that You are good

"Y-You can hear what I say?" I question the stranger.

"Of course. I'm a shinigami, but that's not the point of why I'm here. You want to tell them you're still with them?" He answered, guessing by "them" he meant my family.

"Y…yes, I haven't gone anywhere…and that I love them," I faced my back to him and watched my mother clean the dishes with a beautiful smile spread on her face, "and… to tell my mom I'm sorry."

"I'm guessing the third one is what's pulling you back from letting yourself join Soul Society."

"Soul Society…? B-but what's-"

He interrupted, "I'll explain everything later, once I get you to stop regretting your life so you don't transform into a Hollow."

I decided to not ask him anymore questions because he didn't seem to be the chatty type or not in the mood to explain everything to some silly person like me. He seemed very serious and mature about everything. I could see it in those beautiful eyes of his.

"Ok… but I've tried talking to them and they can't hear me."

"Seems you aren't trying hard enough," He said, "or you haven't met a shinigami."

"Wait what's that suppose to mean-"

Before I could finish my question, he put an arm around my waist and lifted himself and me onto the roof of the house (actually I was surprised he could lift me with such a skinny arm) then he left me while he ran off. What this some kind of joke? It sure felt like it, being abandoned on the roof of the house I use to live in.

"Hey there's a window open in the room below us so we can get in the house." He said walking in front of her toward the edge of the roof.

"W-where'd you come from?!" I asked, amazed how quiet he was when he came back, "And how are we gonna get into the room, there's such thing as gravity and we'll go SPLAT!"

"You're a spirit, how is falling on the ground going to hurt you? Besides I know what I'm doing so just follow me." He answered.

I listened and walked to the end of the roof as well, and he took me in one arm again and jumped. Wasn't ready for that! But before I knew it we were in the room. Wait… I know this room, it's mine! But…it looks exactly the same? I thought for sure my sister would've took it since it was bigger. I don't remember leaving the window open…

"Everything should be easy from here." He said.

"Um…"

"What?"

"Can I please know your name? I-It's just it really bugs me that I'm talking to you but I don't even know yours I can tell you mine-"

"Just call me Captain Hitsugaya, and I don't need to know your name it'll be changed anyway once you get to Soul Society."

"Oh…ok, Captain Hitsugaya, and will you promise once this is all done you'll explain everything to me?"

"Sure I guess, no one's really wanted to know much about it, but people have different interests."

We walked downstairs, where I saw my father and sister were watching the news, and Mom finishing her last plate to dry off and about to join the rest of the family. This is gonna work, I don't understand what he's trying to do, but it won't work…I said in my head. Suddenly I heard mumbling, I turned to look at Hitsugaya who was doing the mumbling.

"Um…what are you doing?" I whispered.

"Did you hear something dear?" My father asked.

"No, I don't believe so." she answered.

"Captain Hitsugaya! They heard me whisper!" I exclaimed.

He looked at me as if I just did the most stupid thing ever. Which I did. All three heads were looking around for whoever just shouted in their house. Oh no… I did it this time…

"Keep talking." Hitsugaya said in between his mumbling.

"Um… hello there…heh it's me, your daughter, you probably don't believe me but it's true. I just…haven't gone to Heaven yet, or what Captain Hitsugaya keeps calling it 'Soul Society' but he knows why-"

"Oh… Mizuki it's ok you don't need to explain yourself we know it's you." My mother spoke up, looking toward her right when I was closer to her left.

"Thanks, but it's important that I do-"

"-They should be able to see us now" Hitsugaya interrupted.

"Really? Well…how do I look from after the rain?"

"Like dump. Ha Ha just kidding, you're a ghost -I think- so it shouldn't matter how you look." My sister finally said after from shock.

"Thanks, but back to the issue. I just wanted you guys to know… I'm not at the cemetery I'm with you guys… maybe not literally but in your hearts." I said.

Mom said, "Mizuki, we already know that. If that's what you've been thinking about these three months then you have nothing to worry about. We miss you, a lot, but we love you and so you're going to be in our hearts. Forever."

"Well there's more. Hopefully you guys know I love you but, Mom… those two days I was too stubborn to apologize to you after what I said, but I wanted you to know… I'm sorry I never meant those words that day." I explained.

"Awe honey no one is mad at you for that day, and you didn't know two days later you would be… anyway I know you didn't mean it, but it feels nice to hear you apologize. You did always have trouble saying 'I'm sorry' for anything you did wrong."

"Yeah Mizuki, don't worry about anything no more, you're an angel- or will be- and you should be happy." Dad said.

"We need to go." Hitsugaya spoke up finally, although I just now realized he stopped mumbling awhile ago.

"Oh ok, well I guess this is goodbye." I said.

"It's never goodbye, it'll just be another hello when we see each other again." my sister said.

Hitsugaya and I left and he suddenly took out his sword. What's he going to do with that…? I must've misinterpret what I thought he was going to do with it for the back of the sword was glowing with a symbol on it. He moved it closer to my fore head.

"Wait!" I begged.

"What?"

"You promised…"

"I guess… but I'm only explaining it briefly."

This is not a dream that I'm living

This is just a world of Your own

You took me from all that I knew

Shown me how it feels to hope

With You with me, facing tomorrow

together I can learn to fly

Feels like I'm living in a lion's mouth,

but the lion is the angel