Super short One-shot. Post-Ep 342
wanted to write a love scene but it didn't work that way. sort of poetic. piz review!
Rukia entered Ichigo's room. She barely audibly uttered his name. Of course he couldn't hear her-sleeping or not, in Ichigo's world Rukia no longer did exist. It saddened her so much. That Ichigo and her would never share their traditional stare into each other's eyes ever again.
He was sleeping on the bed, legs tangled in his blankets and soundly snoring. She smiled. Oh Ichigo, she would say. She would always say his name. Ichigo. Ichigo. Rukia. She walked over to his bed and ran her hand over the cover, tracing the outline of Ichigo's body. She could feel his eminating body heat. She caressed his cheek with her hand and traced his collar bone. She twitched. She sighed. Her transparent teardrops fell from her chin and landed on his face. He suddnly sat up and phased through her ghost siloet. She jumped back. He looked around the room frantically and felt his cheek, which was wet from a single tear. He took the tear on his thumb and tasted it. It was mixed with his own.