Blind

Blind, I might as well be, for without you, I am nothing …

With her, he'd finally realized what love was. It was not something useless or meaningless as he'd previously thought. It made his cold, unmoving heart feel something. His heart which even his eye could not see.

And he'd realized that love was what he felt for her.

He wanted her only for himself. When she'd smiled at him, when she'd helped him, he'd been enraged.

He wanted his love for her to bond them, to connect them, if nothing else. And perhaps it had.

As he slowly disintegrated from existence, he remembered the times he'd been with her, though none were heart-warming or romantic in the least. He wouldn't have asked for anything like that … because to simply be with her was enough. As he'd disappeared from the face of the earth, he'd only wanted to feel her delicate touch, if only once more. And they had touched. Her hands were as gentle as he'd imagined them to be, even gentler, if not the same.

Because she was his sun, and he decided that he could, and would, do anything, and everything, for her.

She'd hated him. He'd taken her away from the life she'd had with her friends and beloved. But she'd never said it to his face, 'I hate you'. She couldn't find it in herself to say such a thing, and gradually, she realized that she didn't hate him … and that maybe, it was something much more.

She'd begun to love him … perhaps it was not true love, perhaps it was not the kind that one would feel for their partner, but it was love, all the same.

She'd frequently worn an emotionless mask through which he could not see, could not see the confusing feelings that existed.

When he'd held out his hand as he stood dying, she could not refuse as she moved closer, wanting to smile as her soft hand almost met his. But how could she? He was dying.

Then, as his fingertips began to dissolve, she'd known why she'd so eagerly touched them. Because she'd hoped that she could save him. Heal him with the ability that he'd said was so unique. She'd rejected his death with her mind, her heart, and her whole being. She'd wanted him to live …

Because she couldn't live without him.

And … they found themselves wanting to be together … but he was already gone.

I don't own Bleach!

So ... How was it? Constructive Critisism welcome ... It was more than one hundred words ... so I guess it wasn't a drabble ...

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