A/N: So after I finished my homework, survived practice and read Bleach chapter 423 the Inspiration hit me like a train and TA-DA after a year long hiatus I present this! And look for a companion piece to Inexcusable coming soon. Isn't college great.

Feel free to review as I haven't written anything for a while. Feedback in all forms is welcome :)

He picked up a pen, a pink one with rabbits on it and puts it to the paper. The thoughts are in his head, hundred upon thousands, waiting to come out but in that second they don't seem to want to budge. Like a flock of birds they scatter upon the disturbance. The tip of the pen, held loosely in his hand points to the top margin, the paper is blank and fresh; just waiting to be covered with his thoughts. They are all in his head and yet he can't seem to put them onto the paper sitting in front of him. It frustrates him to no end.

After a few moments he starts, writing pointless nonsense about everyday life. It is these simple facts that any other person would wave past, bear heavy on his heart. He puts the pen down and reads the first few sentences.

Slamming the pen down on his desk he tears the paper in two and crumples the remains. A new fresh sheet of paper lies under the one he has just destroyed. Picking up the pen again he puts it to the paper.

Again he rambles on the paper; useless nothings that no one would care about. She would care wouldn't she? He asked himself, again he doubts himself. Setting the pen down again he tears this paper into as many pieces as physics will let him.

"It's hopeless," he mutters to himself. He breathes in taking in as much oxygen as his lungs will hold. Letting it out slowly the thought hits him like a train and he picks up the same pen, her pen and puts it to paper.

In less than a minute he is done. He has managed to convey all his heartbreak, anguish, rage and every other thing he has felt into three simple words. Setting the pen down he looks at the paper and reads the eight letters printed on it.

I miss you

He folds the paper in half, opens the window and gently tucks the paper between the panes. He settles into bed and looks at the clock. It is past midnight, her shift has just started. He doesn't know where she's posted but he knows she's out there. Maybe someday she'll get his letter. This thought is enough to comfort him as he drifts into unconsciousness.

The next day he wakes up and sees a piece of paper, folded in half lying on his desk. He knows that he did not leave it there that he placed it in the window last night. He reaches over, grabs the paper and unfolds it. There's a certain smell to it and he can place it as her smell. He opens it slowly.

There are only four words printed on the page but it is enough to make his heart lift slightly. Though the four words are not enough to heal him completely, they are like a bandage helping him keep himself together. Four words are enough to comfort him, to let him know that she is still watching over him.

As he gets dressed he places the paper in the breast pocket of his shirt; keeping her close to his heart. He is able to smile for the first time in days. All because of her four simple words.

I miss you too.