Disclaimer: KT owns Bleach.
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The Other Girl
She's there.
When he gets on his knee in front of a girl. A girl who is not her.
.
She watches everything.
As he smiles, tenderly, lovingly, still kneeling in front of the girl. As his sea-green eyes brighten, his expression softens. And as he says those words—
"I love you, hun."
—to a girl. A girl who is not her.
.
She's a witness.
When the girl giggles. When she leans, and gives him a quick kiss on the lips.
The girl's sweet. She's innocent. She's lovely.
No doubt, he endears her. No doubt, he loves her.
That girl who is not her.
.
She recalls the past.
When he also kneeled in front of her, opening a small box, revealing a diamond ring.
When he told her those words, "I love you, Karin,"
and asked her the question, "Will you marry me?"
That was the past, and this is the present.
Now, he's kneeling in front, telling his love to another girl. Not her.
.
She remembers her answer.
Her answer to those words he'd told her, her answer to that question he'd asked.
She remembers her answer,
and her eyes suddenly moisten, a weak smile escapes from her lips.
.
She stays and stares.
Even when the girl encircles her arms on his neck, and he instinctively holds her on the waist.
She stares.
Until sea-greens meet her glassy, dark eyes.
She stares,
and he stares back, still holding on the girl's waist; and the girl's arms still wrapped on his neck.
He stands, not breaking eye contact with her, still holding the other girl.
.
She looks at the girl.
And, the girl notices her. She stares, arms not leaving the man's neck, legs dangling in the air.
"Looks like your mama is silently making her own drama, hun," she hears the man tell the girl,
and the girl giggles and answers, "Looks like it, Papa."
"I am not silently making a drama. Just move fast, Toushirou, Yukihime. We've already wasted enough time," she says, frowning and walking to the man and the girl,—
the girl her man loves and cares about.
Other than her.
.
She definitely remembers her answer to those words he'd told her, to that question he'd asked.
She remembers when she told him,
"I love you, too, idiot, and, of course, I'll marry you, silly. So stand up, and stop making a fool out of yourself."
And she regrets nothing about that answer.
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Prompt: "The day that I will go on knees for another girl is the day that I am going to tie a shoe lace for our daughter."