Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. I wish I did, just like I wish I owned Tuzki.
Author's Note: A random drabble for Bleach when I read Chapter 423. Omg, most depressing thing ever.
Sun Fall
It's been seventeen months and Ichigo has become used to the routine. He wakes at six in the morning and rushes off to school around six-thirty. The world around him is blandly familiar and he begins to forget all the things that once transpired. His world is slowly beginning to spin on its axis again.
And he hates it. Because he can't really forget. And on days when he doesn't have enough to do, he remembers: the battles, the emotions, and most of all, a certain someone.
Ichigo isn't lonely. It's more like slowly losing your sight and forgetting what everything used to look like. In fact, it's exactly like that. On some days, he isn't sure if her eyes shone blue or purple. Or if her hair hit her shoulders or just a little lower.
And he hates himself for it.
And as he sits on the roof of his school, watching the sun melodramatically fall, he pretends that she is sitting there next to him. The silence is over-bearing and the stillness is stifling.
And he hates her for it.
But she also wakes up at six every morning and rushes off to work at six thirty. The world around her is so familiar that it hurts. Her heart clenches every time it remembers all the events that transpired. Her world is slowly beginning to fall off its axis.
And she hates it.
Because on some days, when she is busy with duties and jobs, she can forget the battles, the emotions, and most of all, a certain someone.
Rukia isn't lonely. It's more like watching someone you love slowly lose the will to fight, and they begin to wilt right before your eyes and there is nothing you can do about it. In fact, it's exactly like that. On some days, she can't remember what they used to talk about and why they argued.
And she hates herself for it.
And she sits next to him, invisible and unnoticed, letting the setting sun make the only movements in the sky. She sits next to him, content to feel his warmth and watch the emotions play across his face. And the silence is over-bearing. Stifling.
And she hates him for it.
But there is nothing that the two of them can do. Except to let the sun fall.
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