Disclaimers:
Bleach belongs to Tite Kubo.
Midnight belongs to Coldplay.
Here I am. In the darkness before the dawn. Alone. Surrounded by walls. White, plain walls. Lone.
Window on my left shows me what I miss. Life, I resigned. People, I betrayed. Duties, I failed.
I can see waking sun perfectly. A light. A light on.
I start remembering. Even though I promised myself I won't.
I remember how he woke me up. Opened closets door, brought tea, shouted to come. How we walked town together. How we walked home- house.
How he helped me in school. How he protected me from hollows. How he cared of my well-being. How he trusted me. In me. How he fought for m-...
God, I'd be fine, I know it did wrong, I know I know my guilt, but... but why would you let him come here. He'll freaking kill himself! Just... just let him go unharmed.
But what if he'll really sav- oh shut it. He won't. He'll only hurt himself. I should've never let him know me. Then he wouldn't care- mind. He would let destiny do what has to be done. Without leaving a light on.
I left alone. In the darkness of my mind. Minutes before the dawn. Igniting hope. Leaving a light. A light on.
