Rain. I like rain. I love the way the drops of water bounce off the pavement, the sound it makes when it dripped off of a rooftop. I frown as it started to drizzle. I was going to get all wet again. As the rain became more pronounced, I was mesmerized. The water muffled so much noise, it was eerily quiet. It was beautiful.
"Hey you! Pale dude in the black!"
Startled for a second, I turned around. I wasn't expecting someone out here. "Me?"
"Yeah you! Duh! Not like there's anyone else out here to talk to! Are you cold? You're drenched!"
"Leave me alone, trash."
"What the fuck man. I'm tryin' ta help ya."
I snapped and before I knew what had happened, the man lay dead at my feet, his blood mixing with the rain, being soaked up by my sneakers. I stared at the scene with wide eyes. Turning around, I fled the scene, shoes pounding the pavement, completely oblivious that I was dripping wet after the shower. All I could see was blood – blood on the ground, blood dripping off of my clothes, blood everywhere. The horrific scene of his death haunted me.
"Grimmjow!" I screamed again and again, hoping that he would appear before me, to regard me with his cerulean eyes. I wanted him to come and comfort me – envelop me in his arms, whisper to me that everything would be alright. But he would not come, he would never come, because he was gone. He had left me, never to return.