This is my first story and well I don't really care what you people who flame think. Anyway I don't own bleach or any of its characters.


A white scarf

Laying there on a chair

Still holding to her scent

The scent unique to only her

Held tightly in its folds

Beside it our flower,

Hybrid tea roses,

Meaning I'll remember you always

Ironic that she chose it yet

Was the one to forget

Though not by her choice

I will remember you always

My life

My love

My world