Forget Me Not
She was never meant to exist -- but that didn't change the fact that, for however short a time it was, she did.
It didn't -- doesn't -- matter that all she was was memories. She was still there.
She still loved. She still cared.
She still fought for what she believed in.
Still found her way into the hearts of everyone she met.
And, in the end, through love and fear, she sacrificed herself for the sake of two worlds.
"If that happened, there would be no more Ichigo. I can't let that happen."
And so she gave herself up; for love, for worlds, for everything she knew.
She did so without caring that she wouldn't be remembered; she was never meant to exist, so all memories of her being in existence would fade with her.
She cared not that the one she loved would forget her, that those that fought for her would have no memory of doing so.
She cared only that he continue to be, so that she could love him from afar. She would remember for all those that couldn't.
In hopes that someday, as the bright maple leaves fall, and a red ribbon caught on a vagrant breeze dances across the sky, he will remember, if only for a moment, a purple-haired, red-eyed girl who for a brief time, was more than just memories.
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A/N: Another, slightly-angsty, Bleach fanfiction. This is Senna-centric, from Memories of Nobody. The quote is not exact, being from my extremely bad memory; so sue me.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Bleach.
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--Erin
