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
